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Flash fiction In the sewers
Blog Submitted by on 04/27/2012 at 3:24 AM Report Blog
Urban Fishing “See it, yet?” “It’s dark as hell down there, Bev.” Kneeling in the muddy street, Arnie peered deeper into the rain gutter. “Wait, there’s something shiny on the ledge – must be your bracelet. No giant rats, though,” he quipped. “I know what I saw,” Bev insisted. “It was big as a dog. And it actually sneered at me before it disappeared down there with my bracelet.” “Well, guess he decided it wasn’t edible and left it here,” Arnie laughed, rolling up his sleeve and reaching into the blackness. He was used to Bev’s exaggerations, but a dog-sized smirking rat really took the cake. “Ohmygod,” she shrieked, “don’t put your hand down there. You don’t know what’s living in that cesspool!” “Oh, don’t get hysterical,” Arnie replied. “That bracelet was too Tresor Paris Earrings Sale expensive to leave to the city’s rodent population.” As if some rat was gonna fight him over some useless bling. . . . Still, out of the corner of his eye, Arnie saw something moving in the darkness below, waiting. . . no, that was ridiculous. But he withdrew his hand anyway, maneuvering himself into a better position. “Maybe you could use a hook on a string – you know, like fish it off the ledge,” Bev suggested, rummaging in her bag for some paper clips and other odds and ends to create a makeshift fishing pole. Arnie hooked the bracelet on the third try, Tresor Paris Bracelets but couldn’t dislodge it. “It’s stuck on something,” he said. “Look’s like I’ll have to reach in for it.” Now he was sure there was something down there watching him, waiting for him to take the bait. . . ‘Get a grip, man,’ he told himself. He was letting his imagination run away with him. Cautiously, he reached in, stretching just a little further, nearly there now. . . Suddenly, a claw the size of a Doberman’s paw flashed out of the darkness, neatly snagging the Rolex right off Arnie’s wrist. In an instant the Rolex, Bev’s bracelet and the dog-sized fishing rat disappeared into the murky sewer. The last thing Arnie saw was the clever rodent’s cocky little grin. Tresor Paris Jewellery.
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