Ted swore. The little wooden disk he’d just made split in half under the drill, flying off to hit the wall. That made three failures. Could he fill Ruth’s order in time? She hadn’t even argued over his ten dollar charge.
Ten minutes and an angry gardener chasing to get the branches. Five minutes running branches through the table saw but all day fixing the machine Five minutes on the grinder with twenty buttons lost and back to the saw. Varnish still to go. Did drying time count?
“I’m so glad I’m not a wage slave getting paid by the hour,” he told himself.
The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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