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!”
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.