Friday Fictioneers: Not So Neighborly

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Photo courtesy – Dale Rogerson

 

Not so Neighborly

Word Count:  100

He’d planned it; Mrs. Merriwether would answer the door in her Sunday morning housecoat, smiling sweetly.  She would thank him for bringing Saturday’s mail from the mailbox, and he would step inside slightly to inquire if she needed help; she was elderly after all.

She would pause to think and then he’d punch her to the floor.  After that, with gloves on, he’d locate and steal the inheritance she’d been wittering on about banking for the past decade.

However, the snow (and potentially incriminating footsteps) had given Mrs. Merriwether a reprieve.

In darkness of his own, he watched her house.

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Friday Fictioneers – Dark Magic

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Photo courtesy: J Hardy Carroll

Dark Magic

100 Words

 

Paula ignored the mean girls’ bullying.

“Hey loser!  The back of your head looks like your face – flat and hairy!”  They erupted in giggles but Paula remained calm.

“Hey WITCH!!”  This time, with a discernible thread of hatred, “Your Mother killed herself cuz she couldn’t stand to look at your ugly, wart face!”

That hit the nerve.

The ride began its tilting swirl, becoming faster, reaching higher.  Paula lifted her chin to feel the wind, and to listen for the screams from the girls as their car mysteriously dismantled.

Just like Mother, they will pay for their words, she thought.

Friday Fictioneers – The Next Phase

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Photo courtesy – Douglas M. MacIlroy

The Next Phase

Word count – 99

Minutes after the photo was taken, Gary squeezed the life out of the bird and threw its body in the trash.

He was bored with animals.  Cats, gophers, and whatever wildlife he could get his hands on no longer satisfied him.  He stared out of the window, thinking of the children in his neighborhood; wondering at the logistics of pulling off such a crime.

The Lovely Bones, Gary recalled, depicted an exciting underground possibility.  With sly purpose, he withdrew a piece of paper from the nearby printer, thumbed the lead of a pencil, and proceeded to draw up plans.

 

Friday Fictioneers – Escape

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Photo courtesy – Ted Strutz

Escape

Word count:  100

Holly stood on the bow.  Was it the bow?  Or the stern?  Did ferries have those things, she wondered.  She had purposely taken the last trip to Tangier Island to escape Roger, feeling simultaneously anxious and guilty.  Their boys slept in the empty cabin, aware of the urgency and the reasons but after a long road trip, they could ask no more questions.  Holly touched her black eye and imagined a life without fear or rebuke for her little family.

The dock approached but Holly froze; her father lay motionless on the ground.  Beside him, Roger waited, gun in hand.

Friday Fictioneers – April’s Flowers

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Photo courtesy – Dale Rogerson

April’s Flowers

Word Count:  100

April stared forlornly at the arrangements.  The tall one was a bit sparse and the little one looked like something her Grandmother might have on the dining room table.  Still, she longed for someone to think enough of her to send flowers to work.

Imagine her coworkers’ reactions!  “She’s just the receptionist.” They’d say, incredulous.  “She lives alone with her cats, and wears dowdy clothes!”

Maybe, April thought, she’d fix it so that “someone” did think of her that way.

She continued staring at the flowers, knowing full well that the deception would only serve to make her more miserable.

 

Friday Fictioneers – Sub Hell

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Photo courtesy – Hardy Carroll

Sub Hell

Word count: 99

 

Michael’s knees cracked as he crouched.  At six feet two, he felt it would be kinder on his body to be level with the phone than bend for the duration of the conversation.

After inserting the quarter, he dialed and waited.  Schoolchildren gawked as they passed, hiding giggles beneath cupped hands.

“Hello?” She answered.

Michael hesitated.  Everything he wanted to say vanished.

“Hello?” She repeated with a hint of sarcasm that he missed dearly; she had a quick wit and a lively mind.

“Miranda…I can’t do this anymore.”

“Mike, you’ve been a substitute for a week. Suck it up.”

Friday Fictioneers – Car Love

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Photo courtesy: Kent Bonham

Car Love

Word count:  100

“It’s just a taxi, Todd.”

“Yeah but Em, it’s a Volkswagen! In Israel!”

Emily rolled her eyes, wishing she’d not worn the hoodie; it had been cooler at dawn but now she was sweltering. And irritated. Todd’s fixation with cars was sufferable back home but on holiday, she thought he should adjust his priorities.

“Todd!” She stamped her foot. “We’re not at home y’know. Stop fawning over your silly cars!”

Finally, he looked at his girlfriend. “I love cars, Em. Elegant or ugly, they’re amazing machines.”

With that, he saluted her, climbed in the taxi, and left her standing alone.