
“I really appreciate you coming.”
“Hmmph,” she sniffed.
Hey, she was here. That was a win.
“Publication is the auction of the mind,” she said; unprompted.
I looked at her. Her with her second hand black beret, brown, real leather jacket, a pair of slacks most likely from Walmart and a pair of strappy shoes that could probably cover my rent for the next three months.
Really? Really! Let it go Peggy Sue. You wanted her here, remember that.
I smiled at her, “Few men have virtue to withstand the highest bidder and I am no man”.
I walked away, leaving my sister standing with her bottle of sparkling water.
“Congratulations on having your book published!” exclaimed Judy, my agent. “I see you got the heiress of AI to come.”
Holding her dog ransom was a small price to pay to get it done.
This is for a dVerse prompt: Write a piece of prosery of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line in the order in which it has been given. You may add or change punctuation, but you may not add or delete words.
The given line: Publication – is the Auction
Of the Mind
-from Publication – is the Auction by Emily Dickenson
I hope you enjoy! 😊
You do a good job here of illustrating the complexities of people. Hopefully next time she will come, minus having to hold the dog hostage.😅
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I doubt it. 😄 Thanks for reading! 😁
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The last line made me chuckle, Stew!
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Gotta get them to come out somehow Kim! 😁
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A quirky and original and highly entertaining story – Jae
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Thanks Jae 😁 Glad you liked it.
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