Six Sentence Stories

Post 1618. Thursday January 18

 

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Post 1618. Thursday January 18

Every Friday Reverend Nick visited the wealthy old folk in their posh retirement home near his church. He would sit and chat to each of them for a couple of minutes, cup both of their hands in both of his, utter a few words of prayer then move along to the next chair.

So it had been for many a year, and so it was last Friday. He did his rounds, clasped their hands, prayed then left. Minutes later the residents realised their bracelets, watches and precious rings had disappeared.

They were never to see them or him again, the Reverend Nick had ripped them all off, quite literally.

 

For Six Sentence Stories where this week’s cue is Ripped.

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