Callused hands. Shirt tail hanging out of jeans. One pant leg resting precariously on the edge of his cowboy boot. The other settled at the top of his foot.
She had seen this type before. Cowboys looking for a loan and no collateral to make payments other than a hand shake and a promise.
She closed the door.
“Take a seat. What is you want our bank to do for you?”
“Transfer my accounts here.”
He handed her his bank statement.
So many zeros! She looked up, unable to immediately speak.
“Of course sir. I’ll look after this myself. ”
She had seen this type before. Cowboys looking for a loan and no collateral to make payments other than a hand shake and a promise.
She closed the door.
“Take a seat. What is you want our bank to do for you?”
“Transfer my accounts here.”
He handed her his bank statement.
So many zeros! She looked up, unable to immediately speak.
“Of course sir. I’ll look after this myself. ”
Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - February 17, 2016 - Write a story story of a character who is diverse.
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