Hi all,
here’s my latest piece of writing prompt flash fiction. No need for me to introduce this one, it’s pretty self-explanatory. Enjoy!
Everyone needs a hobby. I’m a collector. This is my hobby room. I’d love a room with a window but the light would be bad for these first editions. It’s nice down here anyway. My family isn’t interested in what I do. That’s fine, I’m not interested in what they do, either.
Well, this is something special, I’m building a model. Pop in. See what you… it’s okay. Look, take my phone, the flash-light. There you go.
What do you think? No, it doesn’t look like much, just a wall right? See, I’m going to put something in there and then seal it up, like a… time capsule? Yeah. It’ll be in there and nobody will know but me. Fun. Add to the value of the collection, too.
You’ll have to help me with this bit. So… mind that, that’s The Murders in the Rue Morgue! Sorry, but that’s valuable. The raven? Yeah, that’s not a collectable, just keeps me company.
Whoa! You’re not going in behind the wall, I am! This is my collection. No offence, but why would I want you in my collection? Sorry, but there it is. Now just pass me up those last few bricks. Thanks. No hard feelings, right? Plaster and paint it and then slip out the garage the way I let you in. Nobody will know you were ever here, OK? That’s not bad money for a bit of plastering, right? You keep quiet and nobody will be the wiser. I’ll be in my basement with my collectables and banging on the wall and scaring the bejesus out of my family. Well, sure I’ll be dead, that’s the point. Okay, last brick. Remember, go out the garage and you’re going home a rich man. I’m staying.
This could be the shortest piece of fiction I’ve ever posted. Well over half of the original ended up on the cutting room floor. That’s the problem with a ‘chatty’ style: it involves a lot of fluff. I wonder if I could make a story out of the left over half?
