Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24957984-20140918233255

This is my first micropasta, so I don't know if it's good enough to keep it on the site or not. Any suggestions would be welcome.

When I was finally allowed to get out of work, I realized I was supposed to grab some food for the dinner. I went to the butchery I’m used to go, and I barely had time to go there – the place was about to close.

When getting there, I asked how much was worth the price of a steak. The butcher, who was there, replied “It costs an arm and a leg,” while holding his knife. I later had to pay the price. 