This post is in response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers prompt.
His mind was all knotted. The synapses of his brain were truncated. What used to be a free-flowing stream of information, ideas, thoughts, feelings, were being hampered by something the doctors could not diagnose. There was a break between branches of the tree of his mind.
He looked at his wife and did not recognize her. Wait, wait, yes he does. Or did. He sees things but can’t act. She calls him by a strange name. How weird he thinks. And then in a nano of a second he just snapped. He did love her, whoever she was.
These 100 words are my entry to the weekly Friday Fictioneers Challenge.
Then, suddenly, the move went wrong. Paul had planned the murder with meticulous care. He had set up a “meet” with his main drug cartel rival on the fifth floor of an abandoned building. The meet was to divide up the city into two separate regions. As his rival and bodyguard arrived two more of Paul’s gang appeared and using their automatic weapons shot them dead. Now the whole city drug trade was his. Trying to hasten their getaway he decided to use the old elevator instead of the stairs. Halfway down to freedom the elevator came to a screeching halt.
These 101 words form my submission to Friday Fictioneers.
She had forgotten her name, but not her feelings. She was feeling sad. They had been mean to her, that she could remember. There had been more than one and they passed her around like a jug of wine each taking a sip. She remembered the hard concrete as her head hit it. They told her that her father would pick her up at the end of the dock. As she looked down the wooden walk she realized it would take all of her will power to reach the end. Then she realized her father passed away five years ago.
The Friday Fictioneers Challenge can be found here (FF).
As a young boy I liked to help my grandfather bale the straw, load it on his tractor and then drive that old tractor to the outskirts of town and sell to the local crop dealer. He taught me to drive that old Ford tractor before I could drive a car. Some days we had to wait in line before we could unload our tractor. While he waited in line I went inside to spend some time with the other boys my age. I was having a ball.
But one day, while waiting, he accidentally left me there by myself.
Word count = 100
This story is written for Friday Fictioneers.
born to poverty, living with fear and crime
left the dirty city with nothing and expected the same and not to do time
he bought this farm with his very last nickel
working day and night with some old hammer and sickle
young and fearless, some say reckless, he married his true love and had five children
determined with all his might not to be a lowly pilgrim
where will it all stop he often wondered
one thing he knew he didn’t want to live to be a hundred
his lined face and worn frame indicated the ringing of his bell lap
Once again it’s time for Friday Fictioneers with our host Rochelle giving 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.)
“Women just want to have fun, right,” said Melinda to her BFF Jill.
“Yup, let the boys attend to business,” Jill replied.
Suddenly Jill’s German Shepherd, Highball, who was leashed to a truck outside began howling and barking. Rushing into the street they saw a red Cadillac pull to a stop in front of the garage next door. Four men, two dressed in police uniforms with machine guns drawn, emerged and walked inside. The sounds of the machine guns firing was unmistakable. The Cadillac sped away. Later, the bodies of seven men were found ripped apart.
This post was written for the Friday Fictioneers based on the prompt below.
Copyright -Claire Fuller
“Your father is in there Tony. They are on strike against the company. The local diner across the street is providing their meals free of charge. And they have elected their own mayor and police to maintain order. Any person who breaks the rules will be given a trial and punishments ranging from washing dishes to being expelled from the plant. Just like a little city. Look, see the man with the busy eyebrows? He’s the company’s leader. He’s meeting with your father now.”
up against the man
down for right now but not out
Word count 99