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Six Sentence Story

Secret Word: FLEECE

(Six sentences, no more and no less, involving the week’s prompt word)

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Fleece

“Talk about your tourist-with-travelers-checks beware, jeez, did you hear that guy?” The grey streaks in the man’s hair imparted a gravitas that more than offset the deliberately juvenile choice of words, “γνήσια σάλια μαλλί!  …yeah, right, probably shipped in from some sweatshop in Indonesia.”

“Well if our wives had encountered Demetrio’s pitch for genuine Greek clothing, no telling how over-charged they’d of been.” The second man took the bag from the old woman at the plywood-and-tablecloth market stall, tossed it into the back of the sports car and drove out of the center of Mykonos Town as quickly as the serpentine streets would allow.

The postcard-blue Aegean Sea spread in three directions below and outward from the monochromatic landscape, the younger man checked the GPS for the route to their rented villa and turned his head slightly, “Well, I don’t know if my marriage will be rejuvenated by a surprise gift, but Alma’s got zero tolerance for cold and these Mediterranean evenings are way cooler than our travel agent made them out to be.”

The older man smiled with a sardonic leer, turned to his friend and said, “So, all your hopes for an enjoyable vacation come down to getting on a new fleece on your wife?”