...And a Dollar Short
200 Word Fiction
“You ain’t gonna believe this shit…”
Rash had a Swisher in his left hand and his tablet in his right. The damn thing was on, judging by the screen glow reflecting off the handlebars of what looked like his sister’s bike.
Rash dropped the bike at the edge of Andre’s garage studio and shoved the glowing tablet at his best friend.
“Fame, my man.”
Andre stared…
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