We're Short.

Scene, 1300 hours, Pilum conference room. EiC is a bit in the bag, I think. You can smell it in the air. It goes like this: 

"How short?" he.

"Under 50 percent. Under half way," I. 

"We didn't make it even half way?!" 

"I guess I'll make an announcement." 

"The hell you will! We've got SEVENTEEN HOURS to break even. Damn it, THE KID STAYS IN THE PICTURE!" 

"What do you mean? Is that a metaphor?" 

"I don't care if we don't earn out. Anthologies like this one? There's nothing like them. We'll do it anyway! THE KID STAYS IN THE PICTURE!" 

"You've always just wanted to yell that. That thing about the kid. Am I the kid?"

"Son, I'm from Bridgeport, Connecticut. In Bridgeport we work with BOTH HANDS." 

Please help me. Please help us!

https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/death-flex-pilum-new-voices-no-3#/