The Vandal

Here’s my story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers; it’s 105 words long. This week’s photo comes from David Stewart.

“Checkmate,” Philippe whispered when he spotted her.

Adriana upended a cauldron over the priceless statue, molten metal cascading in clumps.

He crept out of his hiding place until he was inches behind her.

“You’re under arrest!” he exclaimed. He whipped out his handcuffs, poised to slap them on her.

But she elbowed him, and his knees crashed into the pavement. She grasped a chunk of his hair, yanking his head back, her brilliant blue eyes boring into his.

“Boy!” she spat. She bent down, her chestnut-brown hair brushing his cheek. It inflamed him.

She planted her lips on his. He was his own man no more.

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20 Responses to The Vandal

  1. This is a fabulous tale crammed into so few words. Really well done; I like it a lot! :)

    • Thanks! I’m glad you liked it. I was feeling iffy about it because it was hard for me to come up with something for this week. My first draft was quite different–and kind of terrible, lol.

  2. Wow, there was some fast turnaround. Hopefully he’s happy. :)

  3. If ever I’m arrested I’ll keep her tactic in mind. Nice twist.

  4. The arrester became the arrestee. :-) Interesting tactic. I’m sure the police hope it doesn’t catch on, though.

    janet

  5. Nice tactics. Hard to see it working for me though.,.

  6. hmmm. this is a diiiferent kinda world. interesting for sure. well done.

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