Five Sentence Fiction Thief

Gossip

It was the same conversation, again and again, about the spate of burglaries in the town as Carly placed the drinks on the bar, accepting the barest of acknowledgements with payment.

She tried not to listen but couldn’t help overhearing about the worry of leaving the house for holidays, weekends away, trips to the supermarket,  or even the school run where the house was empty for just half an hour; that’s all it took to ravage a life of memories, trinkets, heirlooms that meant everything to the owner and nothing but a quick payday to the thief.

A wry smile crept over her face as she heard them declare how careful they were being in not blabbing about their plans, leaving lights on, using timers and asking the neighbours to keep watch. How safe they felt, discussing this in a pub where the drink loosened the tightest tongue, where they ignored the girl behind the bar constantly, never noticing how she listened intently, how she always wore the latest trainers, had perfectly manicured nails despite working the bar, and went to all the big gigs, all on her crappy wage.  

Carly made a mental note; number 42 away from Wednesday for three nights, a timer set, a spare key in the shed under the third pot; these people were stupid and Carly didn’t mind taking advantage of it.   

Thought it was about time I revisited Five Sentence Fiction with Lillie McFerrin. It's been a while but I've never forgotten it, just needed to be more organised. After all, my very first five sentence fiction inspired my debut novel. Good times.

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#Blogflash 2013 Day 3 Innocence

Standing outside the newsagents, Cameron knew now was the time to prove himself. He walked in, palms sweating, adrenaline pumping through his body.  He looked to Josh, hoping he had changed his mind but Josh’s eyes glared, willing him on. With one swipe, Cameron had a bag of sweets in his grasp and he turned, walking quickly, head down towards the exit, dreading a heavy hand on his shoulder. He clenched his eyes shut, not breathing.  . . .

“It wasn’t so hard was it?” Cameron beamed at his idol, knowing he’d take a greater risk for Josh next time.

97 words

Day 3, Innocence. For more flash go to terriglong.com/blog/2013/03/blogflash2013-day-three-innocence/.  

challenge

• Starts March 1st, ends March 29.
• Write a 50-100 word post for each daily prompt on your own blog during March (weekdays only).
• Your post can be factual or fictional, prose or poetry, anecdotal or otherwise!
• Come back during each day of March to leave a comment on that day’s post with your own link.
• Try and visit 5 blogs a day if you can and see how other people used the prompts!

Watch Out, Watch Out, There's a Shoe Thief About!

I have a favourite pair of shoes. They are a pair of Sketchers I bought about five years ago. And after a wash in the washing machine, they are always as good as new, smelling as fresh as a daisy. And I left them over night to dry off, thinking nothing more about it.  

Well now one of them is missing! I thought I was going daft and searched everywhere but it definitely wasn't anywhere to be seen. Someone was having a laugh as I imagined I was the victim of a practical joke.   

Missing: Have you seen this shoe . .

I accused Hubby and #1Son as the latter was out kicking a ball and the former doesn't like them. But they protested their innocence. And I actually believed them because why would they risk life and limb touching one of my shoes?    

But, it turns out,  there is a prime suspect . . . .

Prime Suspect shoe thief  

Yes, she may look all cute and innocent, sunbathing  like she owns the garden, but don't let that fool you. Apparently Foxes like to take things, so I have been told by various people. I guess it's the doggy thing they're doing; chewing items to death as they slobber all over it. 

I have searched the garden but nothing.  But then . . . . do I really want it back? Hubby thinks this is highly amusing and is in awe that the fox isn't dead from touching the shoe. Cheers! That's really kind of you.  

But it's not all bad . . . . . I get the excuse to go shoe shopping for another pair.  Love

Me

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