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.
Good flash fiction!
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Thanks, Misk!
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Great story in this poem – and a killer ending 😉
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Thanks, Jae!
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