The Last Scene

friday fictioneers. flash fiction, photo prompt, short story, 100 word fiction

No one noticed the new hire repairing the stage lights – except me. On the ladder, his movements appeared suspicious. With a white baseball cap slung low over his eyes, pudgy fingers rotating out burnt light bulbs, this time I sensed a deleterious moment plunging uninterrupted forward.

“Five minutes, show time…places, everyone,” said the director.

As the stage curtain lifted, the new hire appeared in front of me and with fury in his voice said, “You can‘t leave me, Bitch!”

Then, my ex-lover/manager fled without his cap while the audience applauded the realistic scene. Bleeding, I took my last breath.

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Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers with host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end.

THE KEY:

MAKE. EVERY. WORD. COUNT.

Photo Credit: Kent Bonham

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Let it Go…

John stepped onto the wooden plank followed by his wife. Holding her hand, they walked towards the canopied pavilion as John’s cigarette smoke trailed behind. What urgent news had Miranda received that she would not say over the phone?

Listening to her husband’s labored breathing Miranda said, “Dear, remember your doctor said you should ease up on smoking and…”

“Please, Miranda,” said John. “I know my medical reports. I’ll quit once I get my feckless imbecile brother to stop his monolithic suburban sprawl from destroying our county’s wetlands!”

“Let it go,” her tears falling, “the police found your brother‘s body…”

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Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers with host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Challenge: Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end.

The Key : MAKE – EVERY – WORD – COUNT

Genre: Contemporary fiction

Photo credit: Adam Ickes

friday fictioneer, flash fiction, writing

Uncovering the Truth

The tractor rumbles past the security checkpoint. Since January, the unknown occupants, residing in the sprawling white mansion, have spun a sticky web over the once quiet town. Tom Nash, the popular morning radio personality, hammers non-stop encouraging speculative gossipers to air their concerns, hopefully, to divulge the truth soon.

“What’s going on folks? Police investigations found nothing suspicious.”

Tom’s phone lines open to frantic callers.

“The hay bales are illegal on residential property…
…every day, odd deliveries, weird noises and the stench…”

Then, Tom’s estranged daughter calls.

“Dad,“ she screams, “Stop harassing my husband‘s church group or else…”

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 Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers | Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple.

THE CHALLENGE: 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.

THE KEY: MAKE. EVERY. WORD. COUNT.

Photo credit: Sandra Crook from Castelsarrasin

A Light Love Story

What a fine picturesque day for an estate auction, thought Jack. Endless blue skies blending in peaceful harmony with an outdoor sale. Early customers, like him, perusing over items in anticipation to buy with either a raised hand or nod of their head. Jack found tools he wanted.

The sale moved to the tables and Jack noticed his wife standing amid the bidders. Oh, no…someone please intercept her bid, we already have too many at home, he thought.

“SOLD! Entire contents to the lady in red!”

Jack said, “Babe, you’re the only light I need. Why fifty more lamps?”

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 Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers | Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple.

THE CHALLENGE: 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.)

THE KEY: MAKE. EVERY. WORD. COUNT.

Genre: Contemporary Fiction

Photo credit: Dawn Miller from The Day After

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Crisis in the Jungle

Every morning the old man disappears into the hills. She worries. Her father, even though at eighty, physically, he is stronger than most of the sedentary men in the village.

She finishes hanging the laundry as her papa emerges from the lush forest. Strange, usually he waves and smiles letting her know the family would eat well tonight. Now, her papa seems to be limping.

Rushing forward, she carries his hunting gear but suddenly his legs buckle. He falls backward – the bag of fresh killed meat flies high into the chilly air. His last, barely audible words “Rebels…coming…take family down…village….quickly.”

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Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers

THE CHALLENGE: Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. 

THE KEY: Make every word count.

Genre: contemporary fiction

Photo credit: Bjorn Rudbergs Writings

The Real Estate Listing

Nick worried. How will Tom react with Nick‘s success at the early morning meeting? Nick had sold the property no one could sell and the reward would be a promotion and substantial pay raise.

Ten years as co-workers, the friendly competition between Nick and Tom helped close sales but recent erratic behavior indicated Tom’s anxiety problems. Tom felt only he deserved this promotion.

“Nick, you thieving bastard!” Tom screamed at the meeting. “The client was mine! Everyone knows I can sell even the air if someone sparks an interest!”

Tom lunged forward towards Nick fatally knifing out his co-worker’s accomplishment.

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Rochelle Wiseof-Fields, Friday Fictioneers Challenge:

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.)

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

Photo Credit: Dawn Quyle Landau

Genre: Contemporary