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Quote of the Day :
L'humanité qui devrait avoir 6000 ans d'expérience, retombe en enfance à chaque génération. Tristan Bernard (French playwright and novelist, 1866-1947)
Man who should have accumulated 6000 years of experience, falls back into childhood at every new generation.
It's time for another Write Edit Publish Challenge of 2020, writing on a word and picture prompt with the Insecure Writers' Support Group.
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His long coat swishes across the macadam.
The gaslit streetlights throw the shadow
of a Stetson onto the lovers' bench.
They gaze up and see the deep scar;
it forms a curve, a coma, like a tear
frozen at the corner of his eye.
His iris is contracted as if from an intense
glare. She gasps in surprise.
They scuttle off towards the cover of the trees;
he swooshes on his way, disappears
round a brick corner. A cat shrieks
from a trash can in a dead end.
A whore whistles a walk down the alley
and smiles absently at the tall, bizarre hat
and cloaked passerby. She recoils
on glimpsing his face.
The man approaches the unlit bank;
he leans against the stone wall
and lights a cigar, pulling
his watch from his pocket. He waits.
When Mr Hacklebaum locks the side-door,
the mysterious stranger steps closer.
As they brush shoulders, the man
swipes a blade across the banker's throat.
The moon grins at the scene,
casts long shadows over the pavement,
the bench, the wood. The murderer
slunks into the night, coat flapping.
FCA 185 words.