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Yeah Write #15: Sharp (Microstory #247)

“When will they melt, Momma!?”

We gawked at the cold, avant-garde chandelier.   Clear, glass tubes sharpened to icicle points crowded together forming a spiral dangling from invisible wire.

“Oh, at around 2800 degrees.”

Daddy mumbled, “Or if Uncle Sebastian talks to it.”


20 comments on “Yeah Write #15: Sharp (Microstory #247)

  1. Polysyllabic Profundities
    January 6, 2016

    I know a few people like Uncle Sebastian. 😉

    Liked by 1 person

  2. d3athlily
    January 6, 2016

    Bahaha oh, Sebastian.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Joe Ormerod
    January 6, 2016

    Someone needs to offer Sebastian a mint…hahahaha!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Laissez Faire
      January 6, 2016

      I wondered how people would interpret the Sebastian line. Full of hot air or dragon breath? 🙂


  4. Tina
    January 6, 2016

    Hahaha!! I know a few people like that!


  5. theinnerzone
    January 6, 2016

    Loved this!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. BunKaryudo
    January 7, 2016

    Get any politician to talk near them. Bet they’d beat Uncle Sebastian’s record. (I interpreted the line as hot air.)

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    • Laissez Faire
      January 7, 2016

      Haha. He could possibly be! These 42 word stories leave a lot up to reader interpretation. I am finding how much people read between the lines and fill in possible details 🙂

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      • BunKaryudo
        January 7, 2016

        I suppose alternatively he could be a flamethrower enthusiast. 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

  7. Tony
    January 7, 2016

    This was charming! I love the way you ended this piece.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Laissez Faire
      January 7, 2016

      Thanks for taking the time to comment 🙂 I am glad it entertained 😃


  8. jhiabeys
    January 7, 2016

    Chandelier – I love it!


  9. innatejames
    January 7, 2016

    That chandelier belongs on the set of Game of Thrones!


  10. c2avilez
    January 7, 2016

    I also thought hot air, then promptly pictured my own “Uncle Sebastians.” Thankfully haven’t experienced dragon breath on that scale.
    My question is do those shards need to melt in order to fall? Yikes!

    Liked by 1 person

  11. Liv
    January 11, 2016

    Uncle Sebastian sounds like a guy I don’t want to meet.

    Liked by 1 person

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