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My Cut
A 100–word story
1 min readJul 27, 2020
The sack hit the tabletop with a muted thud.
Sanchez’s dark eyes studied it, estimating the amount of cash inside. “A decent haul — for a greenhorn.”
Her eyes narrowed at the insult.
“Well? How was it then? Did they give you any trouble?” he asked.
“They won’t be coming back for it, if that’s what you mean.”
Sanchez laughed. “What a woman! Tell me, was it your first?”
“No.”
Sanchez opened the bag, removed a wad of cash, and ran his thumb across the edges, making each crisp bill click. “Who then?”
“A man who didn’t give me my cut.”
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