AnElephantCant say he enjoys shopping
This is not too hard for him to admit
He can never buy shoes
Or pants that are loose
And it is impossible to find a hat that will fit
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Our inspirational guide Rochelle encourages quality chronicles from talented tale-tellers.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
I work security here.
This is The Mall, a cathedral to consumer greed.
During the few hours each night when it is closed, I patrol inside.
There are only six of us, and we are unpaid.
We do it for love.
Because this place is the lifeblood of the district.
People flock from distant parts to spend here.
Or, at night, to steal.
The Security Manager turns a blind eye to us.
We are very unofficial.
But we do benefit from a unique bonus system.
We give him the stolen goods from whatever thieves we catch.
And we keep them.