Hi there! This is an entry into the Flash Fiction contest, by tnme22.
A scruffy man in plaid golf shorts and a tweed coat sat down on the streetcorner, looking dejected. Resting his head in his hands, he sighed, glancing at the busy sidewalks. All those people, he thought, but no suckers. He glanced at the threadbare Cleveland Indian’s cap at his feet, nearly empty except for a few dimes and a quarter. If there’s a sucker born every minute, then where’s my Ferrari? He got up with a slight groan, stretching his arms above his head, to the petrified stares of passers by. He yawned and straightened his cardboard sign, on which was scrawled in black permanent marker: Family Kidnapped By Ninjas—Need Ransom. Someone behind him giggled. He turned. A slight woman with blonde hair smiled shyly, dropping a five dollar bill into the hat. She turned and walked away. Sucker. He grinned, showing his blackened stubs of teeth. A woman in a passing car gagged.
