Friday Fictioneers- 2 May 2014/Candlestand
Word count- 100
Sometimes telling truth is beneficial.
‘I came to steal the gold candle stand. I was waiting for the candle to burn out, it took so much time that I dozed off.’
The thief explained to the owner of the house who startled him by a kick in the shin.
‘You fool! Didn’t you notice the electric wire connected to it? It’s a showpiece, that melted wax is artificial.’
The owner started laughing; tears rolling down his cheeks.
‘I have not laughed since my wife’s death. Now run away before I call the police.’
The embarrassed thief ran out like a bullet.