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Five Minutes
by Patti Abbott
by Patti Abbott
At five minutes to twelve on Christmas Eve, a voice at Violet’s
ear said, “A halfpenny for the rest of your day, Dearie.”
Violet needed that halfpenny. It'd be enough to put food on
the table. And how much could the five minutes left in her day be worth?
“I don’t mind,” she said, holding out her hand.
Grabbing a loaf and cheese in exchange for the coin, she rushed
home. But her house, near London Bridge, was no more. A fire had ravaged it.
“Five minutes earlier and it would’ve been you inside,” a fireman told her.
12 comments:
Perfect, Patti! You nailed it. I'll make a drabbler of you yet. Very well done.
Thanks , Loren!
Thanks , Loren!
I gasped. I know this feeling oh too well. Violet lives a charmed life. And I wish the same for you and your family. Merry, Merry, Patti!
Shocking! Loved it, great job!
I'm with Loren, John, and Tony
That was great. I've actually told people the same thing. (five minutes earlier thing that is, I'm a firefighter in Providence.)
"for the rest of your day, dear." Fantastic.
Nice job. Short but all there.
Jeff M.
Oh, Patti, that's so powerful!!! Wow! Thanks
Lovely as always. Thank you.
I love how you set us up to distrust the voice (or am I naturally suspicious?), and it turned out to be her savior. Creepy happy!
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