The Cannoli
Mar 23rd, 2012 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Mr. Brand walked into the Italian joint and ordered the cannoli. Tony the server gave Mr. Brand a look of disgust the likes of which he had not seen in twenty years.
“Do you know who I am?”
Tony was not intimidated. “Screw you. Make your own food.”
Mr. Brand looked out the front window at the setting sun. Then he turned back to Tony and shot him in the leg.
“Now get me my cannoli.”
Tony fell to the ground and started laughing uncontrollably.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’m your son.”
“Good. Then get me my fucking cannoli, you bastard.”
The Daily Theme from Figment for March 16, 2012
A person walks into a restaurant, orders a meal, and has a fight with the server. Let the setting (time of day, kind of restaurant) guide your telling of the story.
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