The Weekday One Hundred

We were in business together – collecting soda cans and redeeming them for cash at the local supermarket. Not bad for a couple of simple ten-year-olds.

But then one day… the kid… he broke bad.

“Rule number one: don’t trust anybody,” my partner said with a shrug after admitting he’d already cashed in that week’s stash for himself.

I smiled before kicking him once in the shin and then once in the nuts.

I hovered as the poor boy moaned and writhed on the sidewalk.

“New rule number one,” I said, crouching beside him. “I’m the one who makes the rules.”