Sliding off the summer solstice, now fully back in her Mistress role as maven of Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle has selected a photo of a suspicious looking senior gentleman entering a resale store, cane in hand. My fib-ulous 100 words follow the photo by John Nixon.
Genre: Old Fart Fiction
Title: Secondhand Security
Word Count: 100
I didn’t think they would need security. It was a fun gig that beat boring-ass Wally world.
The text, 4 guns @ seconds, meant four armed robbers at the secondhand store.
It was close.
There’s no fool like an old fool, but younger is dumber.
I smiled as I walked in.
I cane-zapped one guy as I ‘tripped.’ The owner shot another.
Number three went down when he shot himself in the foot. The fourth man just gave up and started to cry hysterically.
As we were cleaning up the owner said, “Just like the good old days, right, Dad?”
Look both ways when taking on more responsibility.
Mind the gaps, walk slowly, and carry a stun gun walking stick.
This is one of my favorite old-fart Texas guy scenes from the movie, Secondhand Lions.