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Busboy (75)


“Chop the onions, peel the potatoes, and brown the meat.”
“Are you sure this is meat?”

“Just do as you’re told.”

“Yes, sir. Brown meat from green, coming right up.”

The kitchen was a nightmare. Why had he ever given up the glamour of being a busboy?
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Why does he want to go back to being a busboy? Is this a restaurant kitchen? Why is the meat green? Would you call the health inspector?

The word is busboy, this post comes in under the 75 word limit at 47 words. Click the link to be taken to the M3 blog and the official rules to find out about the #flashfiction and #getpublished.

Comments

Red said…
Eww. I would be afraid the health inspector was on the board of directors. *gag*
June 8, 2013 at 7:05 PM
Laurie said…
yeah, it is kind of gross isn't it.
August 24, 2013 at 9:52 AM
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