My second attempt at 55-word fiction.
Praful kicked his bike’s tyre in frustration.
“Sorry, Vandu. Our first date ruined by a stupid...”
“It’s okay,” Vandu said with a smile.
An old man passing by asked, “What seems to be the problem, bud? Help ya with anythin’?”
“Silencer,” Praful mumbled.
The old man whipped out a swiss knife and slashed Vandu’s throat.
#facepalm
ReplyDeleteLoL Datta! :D
DeletePfft. Donkeys know not camphor smell.
DeleteHe could have mumbled, "Muffler"..:P
ReplyDeleteYep, he could have. On a chilly night and the problem not being with the bike. :)
DeleteROTFL :D
ReplyDelete:D
DeleteLol, we never find such helpful old men these days..
ReplyDeleteOne should always keep hope. Or perhaps, 'a billion hopes'? :]
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