The day the strangers rode up to my door, I welcomed them. When they asked for water, I offered them all they could drink from the small stream that ran in front of my humble home. When they asked for food, I fed them from my stores. When they asked for wine, I broke out my last bottle. When they drew their swords and demanded money, I relinquished my last coin.
When they began coughing blood from the poison I’d slipped in the wine, I smiled. When they begged for mercy, I let them know I was fresh out.
Word Count: 99
[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less.]
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The continuation of the rhythm all the way to the twist in the tail is masterly
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Thank you, Neil! 🙂
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Hahahaha! This is wonderful! Nothing like sweet revenge. 😀
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Trust is just so hard to come by. And it seems with good reason. I think they should have accepted the water and gone on their way. Such a hard lesson to learn.
Thanks, PJ! 🙂
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I agree with you! But had they done that there wouldn’t have been a great story! LOL!
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Oh excellent. I love a bit of revenge, and the way it was delivered, in an obliging sort of way – masterful.
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Thank you Sandra. I appreciate that. 🙂
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I can’t decide if this qualifies as a flash fiction or a piece of fantastic prose poetry. The rhythm in the lines and the way the piece flows has almost a lyrical quality to it when one reads the piece. I love the buildup as well. We expect that there’s going to a punchline, we expect a twist and there’s always a risk in making that expectation obvious from the beginning because it lessens the impact when the twist finally happens, but not here! When you deliver those last two lines, it’s a satisfying BOOM. Well done Chris!!
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Thank you Jade. I actually wanted to have that poetic tempo from the onset and I think it worked. This was one of those stories that just popped out of my head and was complete before I even realized it (if that makes any sense).
As always, I look forward to your wonderful comments. (You’re terribly good for my ego and I love that. 😉 )
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That does make sense, sometimes the story writes itself.
And haha! I speak the truth 😉 Your stories are terribly great inspiration for my muse 😀
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I also commend you on the rhythm, very nice sound to this one! And yes, perhaps the “guests” should have accepted what little generosity this person could afford and stopped there.
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Thanks Joy. Yes, the “guests” assumed that the swords they carried were the only weapons around. Fatal mistake.
Thanks for the comment! 🙂
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This flows like a spring steam or should that be a fine wine, love it.
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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Lovely rhythm right to the end and a great twist in the tail!
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Thanks Graham!
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Superb!
Beautiful flow of thoughts and lovely rhyme. Great job!
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Thank you very much. I really appreciate your kind words.
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Oh, I do love your dark little tales and this is an absolute cracker! What a brilliantly constructed story. You had me shaking my head (‘daft man, so gullible’) then the poison and that last line – perfection. A very good story 🙂
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Thank you Lynn! I was thinking about putting together a collection of some of my flash stories and was pondering a title. I think I like “My Dark Little Tales”, courtesy of Lynn Love!
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Haha! I would be absolutely honoured if you did 🙂 Is that through Kindle? You must keep us all informed how that goes and best of luck with it. Great stuff 🙂
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THIS!.. Fantastic! I soo didn’t expect that ending. I was actually feeling a bit sorry for him, but boy oh boy….! Great rhythm! Brilliantly penned! 🙂
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Thank you! I don’t normally use that style or tempo of writing so I’m glad it worked. 🙂
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Love it… you simply had to foresee that comeuppance was coming.
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I get the feeling he was suspecting these people were not good guys all along, otherwise I don’t think he would have poisoned them. But once he figured out they were thugs, well then he had no qualms about poisoning them. Nice write!
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I think your feeling is correct. 😉 Thanks for the comment, Amanda!
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Creepy! I’d feel bad if those were good guys though. BUT this was thoroughly done. I enjoyed the rhythm and pace of your prose. 🙂
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Thank you, Maria! I’m glad you liked it and I appreciate the comment.
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As I started the second paragraph I began to smile :-). I liked the repetition of “When they…”, it worked really well.
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Thanks Ali. I like when an experiment goes well. So much better than having it explode in your face. 🙂
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Brilliant. I was feeling sorry for the guy, he was being such a good person… and he also was a very smart person. Great twist.
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Thanks Gabriele! I’m sometimes a bit suspicious when people give in too easily. The mans visitors should have felt the same way. Too bad for them. 🙂
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I loved this – the last two sentences were cracking!
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Thanks Clare!
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Very poetic!
Or should I say, poetic justice!
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Thank you!
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Wow! This is amazing writing. 🙂
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Thank you, Josslyn.
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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Great writing. As already mentioned the rhythm is perfect. I was relieved, after they’d drawn their swords I feared the worst.
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Thank you! Yes, appearances can be deceiving. Danger doesn’t always present itself so easily. I appreciate the comment. 🙂
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Superbly crafted.
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Thank you!
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Good story, Chris. If a rumor of that gets around, he shouldn’t be bothered again. If he hides the bodies well, he’s committed the perfect crime. If it’s the early western U.S., no one will give a darn saying, “They needed killing”. Well written. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thanks Suzanne. I suspect law enforcement isn’t as strict there as it is here so punishment for the crime is probably not his biggest worry. But I assume he disposed of the bodies well, just in case. 🙂
I appreciate the comment.
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Huh- not sure which was the bad guy or if this was a story with all villains. Very intriguing.
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Thank you!
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