“What happened to the shop?”
I look to the shuttered storefront. “The owner died last week, Kido.”
The little boy in a man’s coat panicked. “No, I need him! The pills were too strong!”
He ran before I could ask more. Pushing my cart later, I found his coat beneath an overpass. The baby within it was fine.
Copyright © 2019 by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.
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Spooky – When the first line of this bit flashed up on my “notifier” (don’t know what it’s called and it annoyingly keeps interfering with my work to inform me I have had another Spam advert – present company excepted) I thought you had been to my shop as presently it is boarded up where some enterprising children put through my 100 year old plate glass window.
If I was optimistic I would assume they were looking to steal books, to read. New, plastic, windows and doors to be fitted this week.
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How dreadful! I hope you were insured for the damage.
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Don’t be silly it’s a second hand book sghop
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A short story that speaks volumes. Well Done.
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Thank you very much, Darnell. Writing microfictions like this one are deceptively tricky for the low word count. Glad you liked this one, it’s a recent favorite of mine. :-)
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You’re welcome. I did like it.
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