Drabbles

No Code

Bronc-rider Sally limped to the rodeo food truck, waited her turn, then placed her order. "A cupful of ice, please."

The teenager at the counter blinked. "Uh, that's not on the menu, ma'am."

"You have ice for your soda, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"I'd like to buy some."

"Uh, there's no code for that."

Sally sighed. "Okay, give me a tall cup of root beer, but like this." She gave detailed instructions.

The boy grinned. "Sure thing, ma'am. Coming right up."

Moments later he reappeared. "Root beer." He handed the first cup to her, then held out the second. "Just ice."

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prompt word: "justice"