A story in 420 characters
The men wore no shirts. Their backs were golden like fried chicken. They were building suburbia across the street. It was a hot there’s-nothing-to-do day for two sisters who paraded through the construction site. Pieces of parquet flooring and lumps of dried cement made it hard for them to pull the wagon. “You pull the wagon, I’ll pour the lemonade.”
“Why do you get to pour?”
The men smiled, pointed with their chins. They sauntered over to the wagon. At 5 cents a cup they welcomed the break.