This post is written for Sunday Photo Fiction. My story follows the picture prompt below.
The brick apartment building stands by itself, surrounded by snow-covered fields and cars that are covered with the heavy stuff, in a sparsely populated area of the decaying city. Inside one of the run down apartments a stubby young white man sits in a cluttered desk reading a book.
His long shoulder length hair falls nearly to the table as he bends down to read from the book. The man’s name is George and the volume he is reading is “Making Bombs for Dummies.” He reads over the list of “ingredients” and is lacking just one item. He knows where to find this special item.
Crossing the hallway to Mrs. Crowder’s apartment he knocks gently on the door. He knows she will look through the peep hole and recognize him. He has a reputation as a “kook” anyway so nothing should surprise her anyway. She will be one of the people who would later say “he was the nicest man around, and I can’t think of him doing anything like that.”
As she opens the door he says, “Mrs. Crowder, may I please borrow your pressure cooker.”
Quite a take on the prompt. Loneliness and just not fitting in…. He will be known soon.
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You gotta watch out for those nice ones. 😉
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I like that. The lonely one, the quiet one, the friendly one, the deadly one.
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You set up this story well. This character is totally believable. How often is it the ‘quiet’ one that nobody suspects!
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Unfortunately, quite often. Thanks Steve.
DJ
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There is always a neighbour that says something like that 🙂 very well written.
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That’s a nice comment! Thanks.
DJ
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