#MenageMonday 2×37 : Part Entertainment and Part Business

David was counting the money, one penny, nickel, dime, and quarter at a time. There were lots of them to count, especially the pennies. He paused for a few moments, to stare at the jar full of coins. “A rather successful outing, I do believe.”

He leaned back in his desk chair, and remembered the afternoon experience, after school. Tanya and Shauna in a cat fight, in the alley, with at least a hundred kids watching. The hard part was always the same. Getting the two competitors to agree to delay the fight until he could arrange the time and the place. It always made things easier when it offered to split everything three ways. Each of them got a third, and he got a third for arranging things. 25 cents admission. Pay him at the entrance to the alley.

The only rule was no talking about the fight. No telling anyone when it was, or where it was. And no talking about who won or lost. 25 cents got you in to see the fight.

Four kids was $1. 100 was $25. The easiest $8 he ever made. And he’d made $8 12 times in the past three months. Lots of kids seemed to hate each other, and wanted to fight. Lots more always wanted to watch.

David always got to open the fight. To him, it was part entertainment and part business. And he always opened the show by saying, “Let ‘em fight!”

237 Words

It’s week 2×37 of Cara Michaels‘s #MenageMonday flash fiction challenge. You can read about #MenageMonday here. Please, go read all the short tales from this week. The tales are always little works of art, crafted with words, meant to be shared, and enjoyed.


#RaceTheDate : Muay Thai

Gluttony and Greed sat in the corner of the room. They were too lazy to stand. Besides, it was dark in the corner. The light from the TV didn’t reach them. The three male humans on the sofa didn’t know they were there.

“Oh, this is good,” Gluttony grinned. “Watching the fights, getting drunk, eating chips and queso.” He poked Greed in the ribs, “This is great!” He waved his arms at the three men on the sofa. “Look at them!”

Greed shook his head. “So like you.” He watched the TV screen for a moment. “Do you know what type of fighting they’re watching?”

Gluttony belched. “No. And I don’t care.” He rolled along the floor, stopping behind the sofa. “You boys deserve another round of drinks!” One of the men got up, and went to the refrigerator, returning with three more beers.

“These Muay Thai championships are fun! We should watch more of them!” he said, as he handed out the beers, and sat down. He and his buddies talked, as they watched.

“I wish I could fight like that.”

“Yeah. I’d make the boss shut up. Make him stop yelling at me.”

“Oh, and if we looked like them.”

“Bitches! Bitches everywhere!”

Greed whispered once again, “Keep watching.”

“Oh! That was a good one!” The three men cheered, as a foot met a nose just right, and drew blood. The victim’s nose had a nasty bend in it, with bone sticking out of its side. Cheering for more violence. More blood.

Greed let Gluttony enjoy goading the men to eat more, and drink more. Far more than they needed. “Let them enjoy their entertainment,” he thought. “They’ll pay for it soon enough.”

He smiled. “Oh, yes. They will indeed.”

293 words.

A little story of the Demons I couldn’t resist writing for Cara Michaels‘s Race The Date flash fiction challenge. Hope you enjoy it. Please, go read the other entries in the challenge this week. I find it amazing the stories people can create in 300 words or less.