Standing under the presidential inaugural ceremony platform in the courtyard, I watch the volunteers scramble with last-minute decorations. Competing for my attention are desperate street vendors – they call out special deals from their makeshift sidewalk displays – and, the gentle susurration of a wind from gaudy overhanging vinyl fringes.
“Hey, mister,” says a woman holding her artwork. “Wanna buy one?”
Furious, I hand the poor woman some cash. It’s a portrait of my father, our country’s new president, depicted as a saint!
I can’t allow my abusive father, who murdered my sister and bribed the local law, to continue.
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This weekly event is to challenge yourself to write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. Link your story (you can start on Wednesday) to Friday Fictioneers with host, Rochelle Wisof-Offields.
THE KEY: MAKE. EVERY. WORD. COUNT.
Happy Writing! 🙂
Photo credit: Dee from 40Again.com
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)
MAKE. EVERY. WORD. COUNT.