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History remembered him for his just rule when no crime went undetected or unpunished. His statue is 100 years now, its history long forgotten.

Chris entered the garden pausing for breath briefly near the statue. He cheered himself for the brilliant idea; got rid of his booty temporarily, marked the area and scooted away before the cops caught up.

The mute spectator offered no clue as the cops rushed in a few minutes later.

Chris let the dust settle before he came back for his booty hidden below the hollow stone under the king’s feet.

It wasn't there!


Justice prevailed.

PHOTO PROMPT, Copyright – Claire Fuller
Word count:100
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A 100 word fiction story written for the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers

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  1. And justice prevails :) Nice suspense in 100 words :)

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    1. thank you, Shailaja! yes, I intended to create some kind of suspense there, so glad you caught it :-)

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  2. Dear Uma,

    Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. Apparently Chris wasn't as clever as he thought.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Thanks, Rochelle..I did take part in FF challenge even earlier, so not exactly my debut :-)
      Chris wasn't clever or perhaps his karma outdid him :-)

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  3. I loved the last line, Uma. You have conveyed so much in few words!

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    1. I'm glad you think so, Aathira!

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  4. His statue is 100 years now - do you mean 100 years OLD now?

    Anyway - great take on the prompt, sounds like the statue got a little bit richer!

    Alicia Jamtaas

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    1. Yes, I did mean it that way, Alicia. Thank you for reading and yes, when you put it that way, the statue did get richer ;-) :-)

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  5. This was nice :) Simple yet interesting take on the prompt :)

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    1. Thank you, Keirthana..I was wondering how this would be received given that the end is not specific :-)

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    1. yes, indeed. Thanks for reading, Lily!

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  7. Dear Uma, Good story and poor Chris - maybe he didn't get caught by the cops, but the statue can afford a good cleaning now! Great! Nan :)

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    1. Thanks a lot, Nan..some treasures only get discovered with time :-)

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  8. Uma, Good story and well written. He got the money too easily and now it's gone. Looks like justice was done. : ) ---Susan

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    1. Thanks a lot, Susan, for your appreciation :-)

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  9. Great little story! I'll bet the statue was feeling rather smug ;)

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    1. You bet, Carol and thanks a lot for leaving a message on my "about me" page. I'm on twitter and will look up yours..thanks again :-)

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  10. I am sure i commented.. I hate my PHONE :(

    in punjabi we have a saying CHORAN NU MOR ...

    indeed justice prevailed for sure

    Bikram

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    1. haha..Bikram, no worries. It happens. Just very happy that you took the trouble to leave a comment once again..thanks a lot! :-)

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