Thursday, February 7, 2013

55 word fiction: The case of the dead men




My lifeless eyes may no longer be as sharp as my little grey cells, but the tall, lean man who rose from the grave was unmistakably him.
I glided over. He shook the hands that I offered with a hint of vanity.
“So we finally meet, monsieur Holmes,” I bowed. “I am Poirot. Hercule Poirot.”  




18 comments:

  1. Pretty interesting! You seriously rock this genre!

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  2. That's a fantasy for every crime books lover! :)

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  3. Absolutely... and for me, these two characters make up my whole life :)

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  4. Ahhh yes.. the little grey cells, always working for Poirot!

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  5. Awesome!! :) Keep 'em coming!!

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  6. Hi Rohan. Thanks and keep reading ;)

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  7. Wow. Mind blown.. LOVED it. SImple and Suprise .. :D

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  8. Thank you Aditi for gliding over to the comment section and offering your hand :))

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  9. Hey Ritesh.
    I have read almost all your stories and I must say, you are an inspiration :)

    Keep writing.

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  10. Hi Ashish. You're being over-generous. Your comment will be an inspiration for me to continue writing. Thank you so much for going through my stories. :)

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  11. 55 Fiction is my personal favorite writing style. And you definitely nailed this one.

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  12. Hello Shubham. Thanks for visiting and appreciating. I too am in love with this style. :)

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