I have only three things on my mind: the truth, that sword, and Frankie Murdoch

Group of people talking, sitting around a table.

I am inside the house. The owners display a long sword in a showcase, installed high up the wall. Nobody can reach it without a ladder. What kind of people will display a sword at home? The couple has two young daughters. One is at their dining table, using her ipad. The younger child is seated with her parents, on the living room sofa.

The man probably wants to boast that he can’t take any crap.

Here are two groups of house viewers. The owners have given their unit to non-exclusive contracts. The first agent to clinch a deal will be first served as the successful seller.

I could hear the neighbors on the ground floor talking quietly. If I stay here, won’t be swimming in the pool and entertaining viewers.

I ask the agent, “Can we hear the next door neighbors when they talk?”

He turned to the owners and directed my question to them.

The wife said, “No.”

I thought, “Is that the truth? If I can hear the neighbors from all the way down at ground floor, then I should be able to hear the neighbors from next door.”

I looked at a large photo blow-up hanging on a wall of the living room.

I couldn’t help myself and exclaimed, “Isn’t that Frankie Murdoch?”

The end.

Note – This anecdote is true, until the last 2 lines in italics. These lines are invented.

The prompt is from a writing school.

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