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| Copyright Lauren Moscato |
It was bitterly cold when Paul Getty, Jr. saw a door and
windows appear on the brick wall in the abandoned building at the end of the
lane.
A vagabond of no fixed address he had changed his name by
deed poll earlier in the year. Rubbing
his eyes he cursed the cheap Vodka that he had found in the street.
He clambered on to the back of the parked Ute and swung
himself up. The door opened to a cosy apartment
and the warmth lulled him to sleep.
They found him next day frozen to death on the pavement.
Last week I wrote my entry after the link had closed, this week I am on time and hopefully this time there will be visitors.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100Last week I wrote my entry after the link had closed, this week I am on time and hopefully this time there will be visitors.
A sad tale! clever use of the prompt...
ReplyDeleteTank you, I am glad you liked it.
DeleteSounds like he wasn't able to swing himself up after all - damn that cheap vodka! Great story.
ReplyDeleteSometimes it's just an illusion. Thanks for reading and commenting Joy.
DeleteA very sad story, reminded me of The Little Matchgirl.
ReplyDeleteOh! Wow! I'll take that compliment anytime. Thanks Sandra.
DeleteWhoa! This is good. Did not expect that ending. Nice turnabout.
ReplyDeleteThanks Alicia I am glad you liked it.
DeleteSad story. Looks like the door was not real but the prospect of it was enough to give comfort to a dying man. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThat it was indeed. Thanks for reading and commenting Perry.
DeleteDear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteSuch a sad tale. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle I am glad you liked it.
DeleteThat was really sad. Was not expecting the ending. Very creative and nice take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteThanks for those words of appreciation Rachel.
DeleteDear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteThis is how I want to go, if go I must, and it appears there is no way out. A very nice story and a brief glimpse down that road we all must travel one day.
Aloha,
Doug
am hoping to avoid that road for a long time. Thanks for reading and commenting Doug.
DeleteOh dear - at least it sounds like he was happy at the end, even if it was all a delusion. Clever story.
ReplyDeleteHappiness in the end is the best we can hope for. Thanks for your comments Margaret.
DeleteThanks Dale.
ReplyDeleteWhat a shane. I don't think I'd trust anything I found on the street. He was in really bad shape. Well written, Subroto. --- Suzanne
ReplyDeleteTrue but the choice was his. Thanks for commenting Suzanne, I am glad you liked the story.
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