What a Cliché • Three Line Tales My entry in Sonya’s challenge for Week 223 of Three Line Tales.
What a cliché • Three Line Tales
Blood, brains and pieces of skull had been dripping their way ever so slowly downwards on the wall above what was once a man’s head, his mouth still full with the pump-action’s barrel, with one muscular hand holding the other end on his six-pack.
‘What a cliché’ Bigsby muttered through her COVID-19 protection mask which sat half crooked on her face in order to allow some room for the thick straw which other end sat in an iced Latte, ‘what possessed him…’ she continued barely audible, more to herself than anyone else ‘…to spend more than two months in this deserted excuse for paradise?’
Her partner, walking over to switch off the mini-stereo on the dresser opposite the luxury twin bed which played the same song on repeat ‘let me take you down to Paradise City where the grass is green and the girls are pretty…’, said ‘paradise… what a cliché.’
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Three Line Tales • Drama But before anything, thanks to Dutch goes the photo for putting me – unknowingly – on this lovely track. And a thank you to Sonya for Week One Hundred and Ninety-Eight (!) of Three Line Tales, from a first time visitor and participant.
Thought: ‘Blondie, my dearest miserable brat, why won’t you smile at me… just this once?’
Said instead: ‘That’s it little darling, look the other way and smile at Mommie then…’
Did… later that night: buried her lifeless body in the backyard.
Thank you to Sonya of Only 100 Words for coming up with Three Line Tales.
You’ll find full guidelines on her TLT page, but here’s the tl;dr:
Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).