Friday Fictioneers — The Box Office

033FBBB1-E79D-4D2A-B225-1BAA35DCE023Seth walked into the ornate, Art Deco lobby and headed to the counter. The man behind the counter looked at Seth. “May I help you?”

“Yes, I just got into town and I’d like to see a live show tonight. Are there any tickets available?”

“I don’t sell tickets to live shows,” the man said.

“What about for movies?” Seth asked.

“Not for movies, either.”

“Well what do you sell tickets for?”

“I don’t sell tickets for anything.”

“But the marquee outside says ‘Box Office,’ so if you don’t sell tickets, what do you sell?”

“Boxes, duh,” the man said.

(100 words)

Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Ted Strutz.