Don Pazta stared at me triumphantly.
“You’ve done it. Don Peeza is dead. Now his territory belongs to us. Well done.”
I smiled at the old man while gingerly sipping on my glass of wine. Don Peeza’s half eaten apple lay on the plate, next to his resting head. Don Pazta giddily got up from his seat and did a small jig.
“Tell me though. How did you know he would pick that apple from the basket?”
I grinned at the old don.
“I didn’t.”
Don Pazta glanced towards the half-eaten apple on his own plate, before keeling over…
Word Count: 99
Prompt:
Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge 8th August 2019
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nice job. and then there was one…
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Pazta peesta….hungry kya? :):) Reminds me of Aakhree Pasta (Chunky Pandey in some movie)…good, dark comedy DN….
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Nice one. 🙂
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Ha! Because he poisoned them all! Never trust your assassin if he can get the upper hand.
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As soon as you brought up the apple, I knew where this was going! Nice interpretation!
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Now that’s the modern version of the poisoned Apple! Great take on the prompt.
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Ha! I hope he remembers to not take a celebratory bite. 🙂
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Great twist!
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Thank You, Chelsea! 😀
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The names killed me! Well done.
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Thanks so much! 😀 😀
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Witty twist !
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Thanks so much! 😀
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