Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Pawned

Magpie Tales #25

Pawned

The leathery old man at the pawn shop reached across the glass countertop and blew cigar smoke in my face.
"Ma'am," he rasped, "You can't sell this lock.  Not while your first love still has the key."

19 comments:

Tattered and Lost said...

Terrific!

madamebutterfly said...

Yes I cna relate. Good post.

Midwestern Mama Holly said...

Best one yet. LOVE IT !!

spacedlaw said...

Excellent!

little hat said...

Our locks stories have an affinity. Thanks for joining my blog. I enjoyed the mystery of your last line. I still don't quite know what mine means.

ninotaziz said...

WOW! This blew me away.

Catherine said...

Okay, I think this Magpie is my favorite! Love the simplicity and the image it put in my mind.

willow said...

Wonderfully evocate.

Helen said...

There is something quite special about your Magpie! It's perfect.

SW said...

Yes

PonyGirl said...

beautiful.... secrets that capture the imagination.

Wait. What? said...

Oh that was a suprise I did not expect!

Tumblewords: said...

Terrific! It has everything!

kathew said...

well done! Bravo!

Jingle said...

wow,
can not sell.
what a fun twist.

Arian T said...

Hemingway will be glad after reading this fun flash fiction of yours :)

Carrie Burtt said...

Absolutely love this Magpie!!!

Suz said...

ah the humor of an old romantic
wonderful magpie

Amias (ljm and liquidplastic) said...

This put such a big smile on my face, and believe me when I say, I haven't smiled in quite a while. Thank you.