“Hola Christopher, where you been these days; it’s been a long, long time.”
“Ciao my friend, well, I been to the East Indies!”
“Oh don’ be crazy my friend, you know if you try to go there you’ll sail straight off the edge of the world!”
“Yeah, like you’d know; instead of sitting here in this taverno drinking vino, why don’t you try some tobacco!?”
“Tobacco, what’s that, some kind of new craze?”
f i v e s e n t e n c e f i c t i o n
Step by step.
A grand last view, if not grand last words: “Keep movin’ ye rat!” A shove in the back.
As if I’d stumble so easily!
And even shady palm trees. .
Step by step. T’wards my necklace of rope, and my ocean, looking suspiciously calm today.
No more maraudin’ when swingin’ from the gallows. No more saucy wenches, teasin’ me of my gains as I hang…
Ah, but I imagine by now you’ll be thinkin'; “what’s a dead man doing writing?”
Did you forget the pirate’s code, and really think the bushes were free of my crew?
Friday Fictioneers – welcome aboard!
Picture Renee Homan Heath