Fat Boy

The fat boy rode into town on a Fat Boy. After wrestling his pride and joy onto its stand, he ambled into the shade of the store. Two teenagers who leaned against the dirty wall of the boarded-up saloon grinned.

The smaller of the duo reached into one of his cracked boots and withdrew a screwdriver.

While his friend kept watch, he approached the machine.

The wail of an alarm split the air and the thief lay twitching in the dirt with a blackened tool in his hand.

The fat boy rode out of town on his Fat Boy.

Jane Jago

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