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#FF — Plus One

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.”

The End.

 

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the dedicated host of Friday Fictioneers.

53 thoughts on “#FF — Plus One

  1. That might even have been enough to raise the girls. Usually it was the other way around, though, with the girls getting sold because the boys were worth keeping.

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  2. So it was not triplets, but quadruplets. Why was the boy sold, there were three girls, one could have been exchanged for gold coins. It must be some surprise to meet a long lost brother they did not even know existed.

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    1. Wow, just read the wiki article on Slender Man. Truly fascinating and disturbing at the same time. I think of young, impressionable minds that are already getting confused by what’s real and what’s virtual, and it gives me the creeps! You’ve heard the expression, “thoughts matter” and with Slender Man you see what “mattered” into. I hope the tall thin man isn’t sinister, but that tale is yet to be told….

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