He said that when he suspected the property was stolen he wanted to drop it all into the sea, but because of his love for works of art he decided to bury them under concrete instead.
(182 characters with spaces - almost Twitter Fiction.
Anybody care to have a go?
My, interesting gambit :)
ReplyDeleteALOHA from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
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That's his story and he's sticking to it.
ReplyDelete'slick,' she said, finger trailing the oil patch on his forehead, the engine on the workbench would wait quietly on him to return, though even that was in vain.
ReplyDeleteStill waters run deep, she decided. Stones filled her jacket pockets. She stepped surely, steadily into the lake's embrace – and peace. A few bubbles broke the surface. Then nothing.
ReplyDeleteI cannot ever make a good job of this, always rather admire those who can though!
ReplyDeleteSilence - A single star fading in the sky above, as morning light crept above the horizon, pushing the first embers of light into another empty day.
ReplyDeleteReminiscent of one of my favourite short stories (Hemingway I think).
ReplyDelete'Wedding dress for sale. Never worn.'
Mozzarella melted down, around, through, leaving nothing but an oily mess. The only evidence of a very strange execution of a very non-Italian melodrama, involving sin.
ReplyDeleteHe turned his head so slightly and asked what he had done. There was no answer before the bullet pierced his skull. He was the last of his kind and he could do no more.
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ReplyDeletelove reading the comments.
I coo'd and sang to the bawling grandchild, and rocked her gently in my arms, while my daughter slept. In the sweet quiet I snuck a peek at the baby and saw one blue eye staring at me.
ReplyDeleteFacing a challenge on a Sunday morning, the sleuth went on a hunt for the perfect words. He never found them. What a crime!
ReplyDelete(That's only 123, but what do you expect at this time of day?!) LOL ♥
Ja dat word nog erg moeilijk.
ReplyDeleteFriko, I could not find the character count on my software...but angrily posted the above.
ReplyDelete"Don't forget to get a card for your mother's birthday , on the way home ! " , she called after him .
ReplyDelete"Oh , you choose one . You always know just what she likes ."
Hi Friko - calumph ... squashed art forever .. I wonder where he dodged to ..
ReplyDeleteI'm failing .. cheers Hilary
Oh, my. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, so I'll just wave and creep off to the next post. ;)
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure I even understand the rules to this game.
ReplyDeleteI'm with Secret Agent Woman, but I love to read all the comments...
ReplyDeleteNot sure what you're doing, but I liked it. :)
ReplyDeleteNice! I don't think I'm that clever or articulate today -- sure couldn't top that one!
ReplyDeleteWow.. you and your readers are just so good at this. Very enjoyable.
ReplyDeleteI thought of Hemingway too. My memory of it, though, is: "For sale: baby's shoes. Never worn."
ReplyDelete(Friko, do you read the Guardian's Saturday magazine too?)
Far too difficult for me to have a try, but I really enjoy reading other people's clever 'shorts'.
ReplyDeleteLovely thread there! I wish I could come up with something clever, but today's just not my day.
ReplyDeleteHAhaha, Jinsky gets my vote, but like Suman today is not my 'clever' day!
ReplyDeleteI needed to read the sentence 3 times before I could even understand it – and then I got the picture in my mind (but not the words to follow.)
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your previous post about the man and woman strolling. It reminded of my husband and me, but it is the other way around – I walk and he walks behind me. I always have to wait – he says he does it because he wants to know where I am going, but I lose him often. Last time in Paris I lost him in the Metro – it was hard to get him back…. I was tempted to forget him (lol.)
There are some creative answers here...I like Molly's and Brian's!
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