Microfiction #Three Line Tales: Quiet Morning

This is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales

photo by Annie Theby via Unsplash

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She sipped her coffee slowly, enjoying the feeling of being alone, the first to arrive at the office, and idly wondered why the curtains were drawn at the house opposite on such a beautiful morning.

It was usually a hive of activity, kids getting off to school, parents off to work, and she moved across the office to try and get a better view, past the hippy mobile parked right across her line of vision, like a nervous horse ready to bolt.

Screams, quickly muffled, leaked from the house, as hooded figures burst through the front door, tossed four wriggling, kicking bundles into the back of the van and, as the coffee cup slipped from her fingers, the nervous horse bolted.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

34 thoughts on “Microfiction #Three Line Tales: Quiet Morning”

      1. I drive a yellow SEAT of a certain age. I’ve often pondered a bank job since no-one would think any fool would be tempted to use it as a getaway car … the perfect disguise ๐Ÿ˜‰

      2. Except that yellow is rather, let’s say, in your face, isn’t it? The kind of thing people remember. And it would be quite noticeable to police patrols on the motorway down to Spain or wherever… Get a respray before you do it.

      1. They definitely clog the roads. If you see a street without parked cars along its length it just looks oddly wide – so used to lines of vehicles mucking up the place

      2. One of the first remarks my youngest made when she saw the lovely Romanesque church in its cobbled place just down the road from us was that you couldn’t see it properly with all the cars around it, that they looked out of place. Most people don’t notice it though. An open place is a place to park cars on.

      3. Yes, it’s so sad isn’t it? Some don’t see open space as an opportunity for a community garden or orchard, just mosre space to park cars. Doesn’t help that most households have more than one – where will our obsession with the car end?

      1. Jane! I’m sorry for taking so long, but I’m finally done with the story about the wings. So we can post the stories. I’ll wait for your response.

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