Friday Fictioneers – The Next Phase

Douglas M. MacIlroy

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.

 

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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

Photo courtes - Hardy Carroll

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: The Damned Town

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Photo courtesy:  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

The Damned Town

Word count:  100

Lesley eyed the building while she polished the antiques. Its bleak façade hung like a gaping maw; rotted teeth below empty sockets, and its tongue rolled rock-strewn into the river.

Her gaze returned to inspect the wares on the windowsill; all polished and shiny, ready for another day of business.  Lesley knew though, that by morning they would all be tarnished again.

That night, as every night, Hell’s presence rose through the devil’s portal, imparting its ancient malice into the water. Fetid fumes seeped up river banks, swarmed over trees and bled into buildings, coating everything in a dark patina.

Friday Fictioneers: Eardwulf’s Emporium & Curiosity Shop

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Photo courtesy: G. L. MacMillan

 Eardwulf’s Emporium & Curiosity Shop

Word count:  96

Naomi browsed the display. The shopkeeper had said that each bottle caused a different effect; just read the labels. She brushed aside a strand of hair and chewed her lip. What did she want to change? Did she want to be taller? No; she was just the right height. Did she want to be thinner? Not really; Naomi liked her figure. She plucked the smallest bottle from the top shelf, read the label and smiled impishly before knocking back the contents.

Soon, her friends noticed. “Naomi, you eat ALL the time! How do stay so slim?”

 

Friday Fictioneers – Sweep Vengeance

Photo courtesy - Roger Bultot

Photo courtesy – Roger Bultot

Sweep Vengeance

Word count:  100

Gregory watched from across the street as the second floor apartment burned. He shoved his hands in his pockets and glanced at the growing crowd. Murmurs of concern and questions about the occupants swirled around him. He backed away slowly, nodding, and slipped unnoticed down the street.

Gregory had known Mr. Viggers well. That old twerp had caused so much trouble; always complaining about Gregory’s car and how it got in the way of his precious street sweeper. Idiot had even taken him to court, and got that stupid sign erected.

Well, Gregory grinned, not anymore, Mr. Viggers. Not anymore.