The Missing Fountain Pen

When he realized the fountain pen was missing he cursed his vanity. Once again his need to feel special had backfired on him. He knew he must have left the pen at the scene of Bert’s murder. His very expensive and monogrammed pen. A pen easily traced to him. How was he going to explain this?

Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “the missing fountain pen.” Thanks to Claire for today’s prompt.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

2 thoughts on “The Missing Fountain Pen”

  1. A beautiful inkwell sat to the side of a large square leather inlay, upon a rather ordinary inconspicuous writing desk. It was silver, ornately decorated, far removed from its utilitarian home.

    To the side, running along the top of the inlay, a stunning silver decorated removable trough finished the peculiar looking piece of furniture.

    “I’ll give you a ton for it” said the dealer.

    “A measly ton? I was expecting at least another zero on that figure.”

    The dealer smiled wryly. “If you had the missing fountain pen you could have added two, but you don’t, so it’ll be a ton.”

  2. He went absolutely crazy. His treasured Montblanc Meisterstuck fountain pen was missing. When they’d packed for their move he was exceptionally cautious in using tons of packing material to protect his home office items. Unfortunately, they’d had to place their things in storage while waiting to find their next home so that there was a lapse of four months when everything they owned was out of sight. It always took him a lot of time to do things these days so it wasn’t surprising that it took almost a year before he got to unpacking his personal items. He’d had that Montblanc fountain pen for years. It was engraved with his name. My God! That would cost a small fortune today to replace. He had been out of work for about twentiy years after being given the “golden handshake” by a major corporation. His income was limited. To replace the missing fountain pen he would have to come up with approximately $1600 for a new one. He was more upset than she’d ever seen him before. This was going to be a rough ride!

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