An Unfortunate Thief

Slimy little things burst like filthy pustules between his toes; a carpet of pestilential slug-like things that dwelt beneath the city.

He’d lost his shoes in the mire, the guards short after.

When he checked his bag he found a bullet-shaped hole.

He hadn’t lost them, they’d stopped for gold.


A story in fifty words, everyย Sunday.

8 thoughts on “An Unfortunate Thief

  1. Zainab

    Super smart and fun! From the entertaining zeugma in “lost his shoes and the guards shortly after” to the tragi-comic implications of the bullet-shaped hole, you really packed a witty punch into a seriously limited space. I think you are a dude who really knows how to work the 50 words. ๐Ÿ™‚ Hats off!

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