This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture prompt below.
That’s why I had to get rid of him. The abandon trailer was soiled and reeked of mold and rotting food. He showed up smelling of booze and cigarettes. I shared what little I had with him. I discovered he had no money. The question than came as to how to get rid of him. The butcher knife needed cleaning anyway. Every day after that I had to step over him to get to my truck. His body fit perfectly in my large tool box on the truck. The desert never gives up its dead. They just rot away.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. My story follows the picture prompt. For other entertaining stories just click on the blue frog at the end of this post.
In 1890, Joseph Kemp was convicted of violently murdering his common-law wife with a hatchet and sentenced to death via the electric chair. What made that special, is that Joseph was to be the very first man in the world to die in this manner, so of course nothing could go wrong.
The warden was very nervous. This, of course, was his first execution. He wanted everything to go according to plan. But it worked well enough on their equine test subject, he reasoned, so how could it not succeed on a much smaller man?
He had planned it in excruciating detail. A walk to reconcile their differences. Her fall would be exactly 430 feet to the rocks that lined the beach below the cliff. Arms outstretched he begged for a hug. Turning her arms to the left was easy and a heavy push was all it took. He knew the currents would take her out to sea. He would be long gone by then.
He started humming….”Good-Bye Mary Ann, Good-Bye Mary Ann, hope you find the love you’re looking for.”
The cold waters of the Saint Lawrence River confronted the old man as he glazed at the new stadium under construction. 1975 was a boon year for the great lakes area. The Detroit Lions would soon be the new occupants of this building. He had told his friend that they would have dinner at the Machus Red Fox Restaurant. He picked his old friend up in his brand new Mercury Marquis Brougham. On the way they stopped at the construction site to examine the foundation.
It didn’t take much money to convince the construction crew to bury the remains of Jimmy.