Bernie, ready to move up in the world, planned one final shoplifting adventure before attempting his first B&E. Decided to kill two birds with one stone, taking the till from Barnegat Books on East Eleventh, and purloining the latest Donna Everhart bestseller at the same time.
He helped himself to a hardcover at the Everhart display up front, then retreated to the restroom ten minutes prior to closing. New dog, old trick, he’d finish two chapters and make a score from the register on his way out.
Two problems later, everything changed: first, Bernie got completely absorbed in the book, realizing at chapter twenty-seven that daybreak arrived; second, he walked out of the restroom and found a dead body
lying laying lain prone in the mystery aisle.
Bernie handed Everhart to the first cop on scene, who said, “Already read it like everyone else, but where you’re going, you’ll have time to finish that AND the sequel.” ###
Okay, okay, I cheated on the six-sentence structure with that colon-semi-colon 37-word sentence up there, but c’mon I never said math was my strong suit. Also, it’s 3 a.m. and I’ve had a long (but productive!) night of editing, so cut me a break will ya.
Few people to thank today: Hemingway, of course, for inspiring my six-sentence stories with his six-word story (For sale: Baby shoes, never worn.). Lawrence Block for his contribution of Bernie. Colin Smith for suggesting Shoplifter in yesterday’s comments. And Schlitz, the beer that made Bill Famey walk us.
The call-in line is open for “T” suggestions for tomorrow. About time to kill off a protagonist, so careful who you recommend, I’m from a family of Teachers.