Fifty-one words

Keith's Ramblings

for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Saunter and the limit, 51 words

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He sauntered towards me. Looked dodgy, hoodie, sunglasses.

Got it, he whispered.

Pardon?

The gear.

Gear?

Shtuff, ya’ know.  Give us the cash and it’s yoursh.

Stuff?

Keep ya’ voish down.

What are you on about?

You’re Bernito ‘Bruiser’ Bershcoloni aincha?

No. I’m Keith.

Oh, sorry mate, he said, sauntering away.

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36 thoughts on “Fifty-one words”

  3. Sandee Jan 29, 2022 / 16:23

    Saunter away indeed. Well done, Keith.

    Have a fabulous weekend. 🙂

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  4. Sadje Jan 29, 2022 / 17:29

    Haha! Should have listened more of this enticing offer.

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  9. Na'ama Yehuda Jan 29, 2022 / 21:31

    Whew … you go outta that situation with some slick, didn’t ya? Seen that undercover cop peeking through a hole in his newspaper, did ya, eh, Bernito …? 😉

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  10. Bill Jan 30, 2022 / 16:19

    Even the scoundrels are polite. “Oh, sorry mate, he said, sauntering away.” Wonderfully entertaining read, Keith. 🙂

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  11. Sunra Rainz Jan 30, 2022 / 17:00

    Ha ha ha!! Love this little tale, Keith! Or should I say ‘Bruiser’! Clearly there’s a naughty version of you wandering around! Even though that’s already impossible 🙂

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  12. writingwhatnots Jan 30, 2022 / 17:20

    Laughing out loud literally! (And now I am wondering what the shtuff was 😉)

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  13. Scriberly Jan 30, 2022 / 23:03

    Lol I really like this; storytelling through dialogue is one of my favorites 💖

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