Saturday, June 8, 2013

IntShoWriMo 2013: DAY 8

Yard Sale Northern California May 2005. This i...
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Today’s Prompt:
You are at the neighborhood garage sale, looking for nothing in particular. Something inside an old, wooden box catches your eye. The old woman who is running the sale comes over to say something about the object. What is it? What did she say and why?

Link for Day 8: DAY 8: Yard Sale Word Count: 2,122

Imagine stopping by a yard sale and spotting an old wooden box, which touches a chord. You walk up to it and lift the lid. There’s a bunch of odd-looking keys inside and nothing else. Just a bunch of ancient-looking keys is all. So, of course, you decide to put an egg in your shoes and beat it. But not before being enlightened by the old crone running the show. She picks the keys out of the box, tells you it’s value, cheap and offers to sell you the thing, which she claims opens doors.
What else is new?

But hey! Who needs the keys to some ancient castle that’s probably converted to an archeological site, by now?
You tell granny, “Thanks, but no thanks.” Hell, I’d do the same thing.

Next thing you know, you’re home and turning the lock to go into your apartment and right there in your hands is the odd bunch of keys from the yard sale, opening the door to your house. You don’t recall taking it from the old woman not to mention, paying for ‘em.

Broadus, the main character in this story, shows you why a yard sale should not be an alternative for window-shopping.

Read the full story here, DAY 8: Yard Sale

Keep your pen bleeding.


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