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The photo prompt is a grouping of crystals in what looks to be a museum display case. There a flash of light in the right upperhand corner and the crystals sparkle and reflect the light.

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This week I’m flying out to Wilmington NC for my annual visit with my brother and his wife. So here’s a blast from the past. 2015. There are some of you who were part of the Friday Fictioneers community then. Feel free to post your own rerun with the photo prompt…also a rerun.

Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

SCHIST HAPPENS

            I’ll never forget Mike O’Hara, my fellow New York sanitation worker. What a storyteller. Every Friday night me and the boys would settle round for a long listen.

            “So I says to Mr. King, ‘whatcha make a dis rock I dug up?’”Mike took a long swig of beer. “Heavy sucker.  Looks kinda like a red diamond. King says he knows a jeweler who’d kill for it.”

            “This might be your tallest tale yet, O’Hara,” said Pete.

            Mike had the last laugh when his “sewer garnet” made headlines in 1886. Pity he didn’t sell it hisself. Could-a made a fortune.   

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