The exercise:
Today we write about: originals.
The snow was gone by noon today - not that it was particularly warm or sunny, but it disappeared all the same, so I shan't complain.
Mine:
"It's a copy," the man pointed out, sniffing daintily.
"Of course it is," I replied, giving him a hard look. "I'm not an idiot."
"The original is still kept under lock and key," he continued as though I hadn't spoken. "A man couldn't get within twenty feet of it without setting off a dozen alarms."
I didn't bother saying anything. Instead I studied the replica in my hands, turning it over and over, mesmerized by its beauty. Or perhaps I was just entranced by how much the real deal was worth and relished holding its twin. It wasn't the same, obviously, but it was a nice warm-up.
"Have you seen enough already?" he asked as I handed it back to him.
