Thanks as always to Rochelle for her sterling work and thanks to The Reclining Gentleman for the photo this week.
Word Count: 100
A Bridge Trip
Jerry limped into the bar on North Street and hauled himself onto a stool.
‘You got money this time Jerry?’
‘You know the rules, NO credit.’
Lowering his voice Jerry leant in, ‘Ben, listen, there’s a hole in the pavement on Murray Bridge. No sign. Nothing. I sorta tripped and hurt myself. A guy helped me and said I’ll get comperation, that’s cash aint it?’’
He wiped a grubby hand across his mouth, watching Ben pour a beer for a paying customer.
Ben laughed, then pushed a beer towards him, ‘Jerry, you’re unbelievable. Get a job, it’s safer.’