Friday Fictioneers – King Of Thieves

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He put the statue on the lawn 24 years ago and she hated it. They were middle-class people in a middle-class neighborhood. The giant king on her lawn was embarrassing, it was boastful, tacky. But she had a stubborn husband, there was nothing she could do.
When her husband died, he left a will telling her to smash the statue.
So their son hit it with a sledgehammer and out fell thirteen rolled-up paintings, masterpieces, stolen 24 years before.
A note inside the roll said, “Turn them into authorities and go to heaven or sell them for money and join me elsewhere.”
And with tears rolling down her cheeks she turned to her son, who looked so much like her husband, and said, “Go find a buyer.”

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This week’s story was inspired by an actual art robbery. It happened in 1990 at the Isabella Stewart Gardner museum near Fenway in Boston. Two thieves disguised themselves as police officers and made off with 13 paintings, including a Rembrandt, Manet, Degas, and a Vermeer. The thieves were never caught and the paintings are still missing.

Friday Fictioneers: a story in 100 words prompted by a picture that Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts every Wednesday. Photo Credit: Claire Fuller

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33 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – King Of Thieves

  1. Until death do they reunite. Good for her! Not necessarily the “right choice”, but understandable nonetheless.

  2. Rachel, Good and well-written story. It reminded me of a story I read about one of the men who pulled off The Great Train Robbery. I think the husband knew what his wife would probably do when he wrote that note. šŸ™‚ —Susan

  3. Rachel,

    You continue to be my FAVORITE writer of flash fiction. I honestly think that your terse, fun irony belongs in a book of collected works. With the right publisher and exposure, you could be a hit. I can’t thinking of anything that readers wouldn’t enjoy about your work.

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