Friday Fictioneers – The Scene of the Crime


PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Was this door open or closed when you came in here?” Detective James asked his partner.

“I… Um, I don’t remember.”

James ground his teeth and clenched his fists.  “Get out,” he finally whispered.

“But… you can’t! I mean, you don’t have the authority… Do you?”

James took a step forward, but shook his head and stopped. More violence wasn’t worth it. “You screwed up the last crime scene and now a murderer is walking the streets.  I don’t give a shit who you’re related to, I’ll make sure you never work in this town again. Now, get out!”


Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction prompt where we are given a photo and asked to write a 100 word story – beginning, middle and end.  This one came in at 99 words.

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Friday Fictioneers – That One Call


PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

One phone call.

I suppose most people have at least one special person in mind, so they eagerly reach for the phone and that connection that means they’re still sane.

Not me.

I realize as soon as I see the payphone that I made my choice hours ago and instead of reaching for the receiver, I turn to the officer and shake my head.  He leads me back to the holding cell in silence, leaving me to my thoughts.

I can’t imagine I’m the worst they’ve seen.  Although, if it weren’t for the savagery my father had inflicted on us, I’d probably think what I’d done to him was horrific too.


Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction prompt where we are given a photo and asked to write a 100 word story – beginning, middle and end.  This one came in at 116 words.

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Friday Fictioneers – The Glass Jar


PHOTO PROMPT © Janet Webb

Magdalena heard laughter coming from the library.  “Rayna, what are you laughing at?” she asked her five year old daughter as she stepped into the room.

Rayna’s eyes got big and she pointed to the glass jar by the window.  “It’s Jordan, Mama.  He makes me laugh.”

Magdalena walked over and peered into the glass.  “Who’s Jordan, sweetie?”

“He’s my friend.”

Magdalena smiled at her daughter, realizing Jordan must be imaginary, but when she looked again, she took a step back as her breath caught in her throat.

Leaning against the small glass jar was a tiny boy, peering out into the room.


Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction prompt where we are given a photo and asked to write a 100 word story – beginning, middle and end.  This one came in at 103 words.

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Friday Fictioneers – The Forgetting


PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Dad, what happened to the car?”

“Lucas!  How are you, my son?  It’s so good to see you!”

“Dad, the car?”

Lucas watched his father’s eyes, searching for any sign that he would try and cover up the truth, but all he saw was an innocent joy.

“I’m sorry Lucas, but I don’t know what you mean.”

“Dad, you took the car today, remember?  You went to the store.  Did you hit something?”

His dad’s filmy blue eyes took on a puzzled look.  “Lucas, I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about.  I’ve been here all day.”

Lucas realized, probably too late, that his dad’s driving days were over.


Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction prompt where we are given a photo and asked to write a 100 word story – beginning, middle and end.  This one came in at 109 words.

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Friday Fictioneers – The Closed Door

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PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young

When Mama shuts the door, I slump down in the corner of the tiny space and pull my knees to my chest.  It ain’t cold.  I just don’t like the dark, and the slit under the door barely helps.  I sure can hear, though.

Daddy’s yellin’ and Mama’s whimperin’.   It happens ‘bout every other day.

Then Mama starts screamin’ and shivers run up and down my body.  She screams for a while, then it goes real silent.  I’m afraid to get up, so I hold real still for what seems like hours.

When the door finally opens, it ain’t Mama comin’ to fetch me.


Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction prompt where we are given a photo and asked to write a 100 word story – beginning, middle and end.  This one came in at 104 words.

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Friday Fictioneers – Signs

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“No!”  She screamed into the icy wind.  “This isn’t right!”  Looking down at the stone protruding out of the frozen earth, she stood rigid and unyielding as tears streamed down her face.

“Baby,” she whispered, “please let me know you’re still here.”

**

The wintry sun glaring through her window shattered her dreams, but opening her eyes, she realized she could still feel him, warm and close.  Her eyes scanned the apartment and landed on the windowsill.  A radiant smile spread across her face when she saw the flower that had bloomed overnight.

It was him.  He was still here!


Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction prompt where we are given a photo and asked to write a 100 word story – beginning, middle and end.  This one came in at 100 words.

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Friday Fictioneers – The Forecast

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PHOTO PROMPT © Janet Webb

The rain is pelting faster and harder than anyone could have expected.  Laughing at the madness, I somehow remember the weather forecast from the morning news: “We might see some scattered showers in the late afternoon, so enjoy your sunny morning, folks.”

I also remember the thought that floated through my mind and then vanished when I left the house that morning, running late for work as usual: What sun?  There’s nothing but clouds out here.

Would it have made a difference if we’d known?

Looking out the store window where I’d run for shelter, I watch as the water rises higher every second.

No, it probably wouldn’t have helped.


Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction prompt where we are given a photo and asked to write a 100 word story – beginning, middle and end. This one came in at 110 words.

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