Day Labourers, A Flash fiction story by Ray Daley

4 Nov

Three of them stood there.

Juan looked pleased with himself.
Zho looked miserable as sin.
Trey didn’t look bothered either way.

“Just pick one of us. There’s only one lawn to mow, right?”

I thought about it. ‘Juan, Zho or Trey?

Then I pointed far left.
He stepped forward. The chosen; Juan.

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