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Every day visits*
From Moose, Goose, and Orb Weaver
All seized by Haiku

"Why moose and goose?" you may ask. Back on 2/04/13 Pirate wrote a haiku with an elk in it, and I responded with
one with a moose and then included him every day. A few days later in comments Mystic asked "Where's the goose?"
So I started including her with this post on 2/07. A week later on the 14th, Mark Readfern
asked for and received a spider. The rest is history.

*Well, most days, anyway. Grant me a bit of poetic license.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Five Sentence Fiction - Business

Lillie McFerrin

Today's prompt is BUSINESS, which gives me an opportunity to explore a bit of Marci's back story.

See "Unraveling the Threads" in the right hand frame if you want to keep up with these characters.


Marci was a sophomore majoring in art when she met H. Bradley Tallemond, benefactor of the school and patron of the arts, at a student exhibition.

After 30 years of marriage to the former high fashion model he called "The Ice Queen", Brad was more than ready for a woman one third his age, and at 19 Marci was a prime and compliant target: their courtship was quick - she was in his bed that same night.

He loaned her $10,000 to devote to an IPO he couldn't legally touch, and within 6 months she had not only paid back the loan but was $137,000 richer.

Her part of the bargain was that he could have her whenever he wanted in any way that he wanted, and for the next few years he called on her two or three times a month, meanwhile guiding her investment decisions in up and down markets.

By the time he died in a mysterious boating accident when she was 26, Marci already owned her own gallery and was well on her way to her second million.

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Reduced to a Haiku

 Sex is a form of
Art, a passionate story,
And monkey business.

Or Two

 The art of business,
The business of art; plus, he
Gave her a hot tip

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UPDATE: Here is a bonus, at no extra charge, inspired by Sania's entry and, in a way, by mine, above.


It's a service provided to meet a need.

Customers travel, sometimes great distances, and plunk down their cold, hard (so to speak) cash.

Sounds like capitalism to me.

So explain to me why it is illegal.

After all, is this not the worlds oldest business?


  1. Hmmm. Damning with faint praise?

    Thanks for the visit.


  2. You've been busy with business Jazz! I like the haikus, all the more fun with the word!

  3. And you call my writing dark! Nice piece sir, I certainly didn't see that coming. You handled that very well, with great pace and rather deftly avoiding giving away the punch ahead of time. Very well done sir :)

  4. Although it appears this business agreement had an unwritten clause that redefined it in the end, I think perhaps Brad should have seen it coming, the student often surpasses the teacher. Very good story, intrigue saved for the ending!


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