100 Word Story: Empty Tank

“Do you have any gas in your tank?”

“Do you mean literally or figuratively?”

“You choose.”

Shirley laughed. She was the only Shirley she knew. Her friend, Harold, the only Harold she knew, liked to tease her about gas in her tank. She supposed it was flirting even though, sadly, it never went anywhere.

He wore a shirt with a collar, like a banker, his name stitched over the pocket. A man in charge. Harold could have her heart if he asked. She wouldn’t argue.

From the back room, a voice rang out. Randy! Harold turned his head to answer.

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