Sunday 12 July 2015

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.

Thanks for stopping by and reading. xxx

My debut novel available from Amazon UK

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My very first flash fiction and Five sentence fiction. Wicked which inspired my novel. xx

1 comment:

  1. Ooo, I like that. You never know who could be the thief.

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