The somnambulist museum guard stood ready. Wait. Was that a gruff voice coming from behind the door?
“Don’t sweat it man. Toss only the famous ones in the bag. Hurry, for God’s sake! The damn tourists are coming and my beautiful girlfriend may snap out of her dream world and wonder why the guard suit.”
Then, a whiny wimpy voice:
“Yeah, well, take those stupid things and, after this, I’m cutting out…disappearing. Your she-man is…truthfully, missing a few screws (index finger jabbing his left temple) as she stands there; without flinching, it being 114 degree weather, in the shade!”
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INSPIRATION: Join us with gracious hostess, Rochelle, for Friday Fictioneers. (You actually can start on Wednesday ☺)
THE CHALLENGE: Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)
THE KEY: Make every word count.