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The Iron.
#WritcoStoryPrompt15
The waitress' eyes grew wide at the crumpled paper the woman had handed with the money.
"Help," it read.
When she looked up, the woman was gone... Damn it. I can't put this crumpled money in the cash register. I would be fired for sure because I've had so many warnings. I went into the back room and grabbed the iron and ironing...
The waitress' eyes grew wide at the crumpled paper the woman had handed with the money.
"Help," it read.
When she looked up, the woman was gone... Damn it. I can't put this crumpled money in the cash register. I would be fired for sure because I've had so many warnings. I went into the back room and grabbed the iron and ironing...
