50-Word Tale: Eins

“Rumour has it,” began she, with an air of practised coquetry, “that you are a stupendous judge by way of physiognomy decipherment.”

“Word,” he chimed and arranged his tie. “To be sure you are a strumpet.”

“And so ended our natter,” the demoiselle proclaimed.

She smacked his right cheek hard.

The featured image is courtesy of Keith Wickramasekara.
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