The Curse Of The Painful Socks

Below you will find the results of my having challenged myself for a number of days to write a short story with a beginning and middle and an end inside of 30 minutes. Here is what I came up with. I hope you like it.

Inspector Decq made a grand gesture!

“There is no gypsy curse,” he exclaimed!  “Someone had been filling Big Daddy’s socks with broken glass!”

The clever detective inverted the garment;  the remains of a wine glass fell onto the Persian rug.

“Who would do such a thing?” asked a lachrymose Vanessa.

“I suspect it was the person who had the most to gain from Big Daddy having injured feet!”

Carlsbad stood up from his wheelchair, and then collapsed immediately.

“Ow!” he ejaculated.

“Are you all right?” asked the Inspector.

“It was me!” Carlsbad tried to shout, his face buried in the Persian rug. “I just hated that fucker.”

 

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