Jane Jago’s Drabbles – Four Hundred and Seventy-Three

Pa grinned.

“You reckon to sell us a droid we can’t afford?”

“Easy terms if you sign up today.”

“Out’s thataway.”

“Don’t blame me when your outdated droid goes feral and kills your kids.”

“We got so blamed many he’d be welcome to one or two.” Pa put a booted foot up the salesman’s fat arse.

As he drove off Jimmy slid in from the back kitchen. Grinning.

“Had a nearly new XH150 in the trunk. Looks like ole George here is gonna get them knees and elbows what he needs. Plus a brand new pair of baby blue eyes.” 

©️jj 2020

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