JSW Prompt 1-14-2017


“Is there a difference?”

“Well… yes, of course.”

“I beg to differ. If you are acquiring things which don’t belong to you, it stands to reason you are stealing them.”

“Haberdash and humbuggery!”

“Take this TV, for example.”

“What about it?”

“It’s not yours, correct?”

“Well… it is now.”

“But you didn’t buy it in the store? Did you?”

“Humm…not if you are thinking Best Buy or Walmart. Let’s just say I borrowed it from the greater store of the world.”

“The greatest store in the world?”

“Look around you. Think of each house as a mini store with the world as the all-encompassing mall.”

“That’s stealing.”

“Borrowing with intent.”

“But look at all this stuff.”

“Pretty, isn’t it?”

“Pretty, yes, and not yours. So….why?”

“It’s fun.”


“Yeah, you know, enjoyable. Something one likes doing. Pleasurable.”


“Need a microwave?”


Sunday Photo Fiction – August 7th 2016

The idea of Sunday Photo Fiction is to create a story / poem or something using around about 200 words with the photo as a guide.

A bit late, but….I was almost done, so decided why not.)

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“Well?” came the tiny voice over the receiver in my ear.

“Well what?”

“Can you do it?”

I sighed.  “Yes, absolutely.” Piece of cake, though I didn’t say such to him.  If I had, I’ve of spent the next year of my life explaining why.

“I’ll be at the door.”

Yeah, you do that.

I wasn’t sure why he wanted the old thing, besides it being fricking old. There are, however, some things best left unsaid and this was one.

An hour later, I slipped out the side door, conveniently cut off from the alarm system.  He was there as promised, anxious.  I’d never known anybody as constantly anxious as John.


I opened my sports bag and pulled out the grappling hook.  “I’d suggest you move along with it.”

“Thank you,” he said, clutching it close as he disappeared around the corner of the museum.

I Jogged the other way,  bag lighter by a touch, but still heavy.

What John doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.