A short story to be written in 240 characters or a little less, for the Freewriters community to #ZapFicMonday contest. Prompt: "sweat"
A buzz warned before the security door unlocked. Inside, the teller smiled behind the glass, pointing at the cash bags for pickup. Everything seemed routine, except for a drop of sweat on his forehead proving everything was really wrong.
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