Another writing exercise where I gave myself 100 seconds to write a story, before editing down to 100 words.
It seemed too good to be true. Not only had this muppet dropped his keys, but posted online whereabouts he’d lost them, even adding his address, requesting whoever finds them pop them through his letterbox as he will be out of town for the next three days. What an idiot! As the finder of his keys, it was my duty to teach this guy a lesson on trust.
As I fumbled in the dark hallway for my flashlight, I heard a key turn in the lock behind me. “You found my keys,” a voice said calmly. “And I found dinner.”
MS Poetry 