Colin’s no dummy

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Colin wasn’t cool. He worked in fashion doing window displays. Also, he didn’t have a girlfriend, which was why he was currently trying to chat up a voluptuous blonde at a singles night.

He’d spent the day sorting old mannequins for scrap, binning those that were incomplete. The prospect of swapping plastic tits in his hands for the real ones before his eyes seemed rather distant.

‘So, what do you do?’ She eventually asked. A million answers raced through his head, then, a stroke of genius came.

‘I’m an arms dealer’ Nothing ventured, nothing gained he thought to himself.

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10 Responses to Colin’s no dummy

  1. Oh, yes! Loved the title and the last line! You need “He’d spent the day…” rather than “He’s spent the day…” to keep the tenses correct. 🙂

    janet

  2. Sandra says:

    Great title, great ending and not so dusty in between either… enjoyed this. 🙂

  3. Clever take on the prompt. You accounted for everything including the poor guy’s lonely life style.

  4. Ha! That’s what four pints of Spitfire does to you. Thank you for the editorial comment, I’ve corrected it. I think all of us want to take a leap from the mundane now and again. Colin took a tentative first step into a new world.

  5. mike olley says:

    Haha! although I hate to think what sort of girl would be impressed by that line of work : )

  6. Dear Kelly (it is Kelly, right?)

    Your last line was the perfect ending to this well crafted story. You’ve started my day off with a smile.

    shalom,

    Rochelle

  7. dmmacilroy says:

    Dear Kelly,

    The perfect ending sold it all. Loved this story. And I’m going to remember the ‘arms dealer’ line forever. Very well done.

    Aloha,

    Doug

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