Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge is still extant, not yet having been asked to report to the coach's office and bring its playbook. This week's word is "Wrought", and this story is called "Ready?"
"What hath God wrought," I said. She was playing with her hair, tying it back.
"What?," she said.
"It sounds like something Sam Jackson said in Pulp Fiction."
"It kind of does. It's also what Samuel Morse sent as the first telegraph message."
"You know a lot of worthless shit."
"Yeah. It's a gift."
"What does it mean?"
" 'What hath God wrought'? What has God made. It expresses wonderment at beauty."
"You talking about me?"
"I know. You ready?"
We pulled out our pistols, cocked them, and walked into the bank.