Working With Granite

Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle #424

Words:  line, heat, year, safe, oil, finish, granite, single, scratch, discount, ship, seared

Granite was discounted,
and safely shipped.
A flawless piece

without a single scratch.
This prompted further orders
from the pleased manufacturer.
One year passed. On a day of fierce
July heat, police pounded
on the manufacturer’s door.
Flipped over badges with searing
stares. The manufacturer paled,
at a loss.

“You and your pals are finished,”
said the cop with slicked-back
oily hair. They showed the
quaking man a slip of paper
with the client’s name
and address. They waited
for him to confess. “Well,
that’s my name on the line,
fine, but what did I do?” Second
cop, kindly featured said, “Buddy,
you have been dealing with the
mob. They’ve been using your
granite to lay out stiffs. At
the thought of his business being
tainted, the stricken man fainted,
falling on a piece of granite.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to Working With Granite

  1. Misky says:

    Good flash fiction!


  2. jaerose37 says:

    Great story in this poem – and a killer ending 😉


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