Burglary detective Melody and new partner Mel strolled around a garage sale.
“We check a few serial numbers and we bust these guys,” she said.
“Would burglars sell loot at a garage sale?”
“Sure,” she whispered, “crooks are dumb. Now look around.”
Mel was glancing at a stack of 33 rpm albums when he found it.
Melody slowly moved next to him. “Find anything?”
As Melody was putting cuffs on a surprised suspect, Mel held something in his hand.
“Thought you said you found something,” she said.
“I did. This rare Neil Diamond album’s only $1.29.”
Here’s an early example of flash fiction.
Thanks to Jim McCormick for passing this along.