Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz (Join the Party!) on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
In plain sight
Jackson slouched against the crush barriers as he always did. Later, he would buy a chili dog, smother it with mustard and slurp a quart of soda, but for now there was work to be done.
Without doing more than glance casually at the shoppers, he checked them. “Harmless. Harmless. Armed…” He mumbled a few nonsense syllables and rolled his eyes. A nearby shopper speeded up.
“Thanks, Jacko,” came the voice in his concealed earpiece. “Male, Caucasian, heading towards the tower?”
“Yo!” He clicked his fingers, shuffled a dance step; faded into the background as he helped keep NYC safe.