PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
The triplets lived near each other; for forty years they had a standing lunch date for the first Friday of the month. Today’s lunch was at Sal’s By The Beach. As the sisters waited for the Blue Light Special, fricaseed blackfish, they got so caught up in the conversation that they didn’t notice the tall, thin stranger with the bushy hair standing near their table and listening.
Clearing his throat, all heads turned towards him.
“Good afternoon. I’d like to introduce myself. I’m your long-lost brother, sold at birth by our parents. Boys fetched 50 gold coins in those days.”
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