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 on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!
Berkeley, and a life
“Wot’yer doin’, yer lazy bastard?” called his mother.
Caleb hastily fumbled the g_n out of sight.
He felt the money pouch under his clothes, stuffed with the proceeds of dealing. Soon, people would have to take him seriously.
“Don’ wait up, Ma” he said, and disappeared into the night.
He crept into the old factory where the gang met, concealed himself and waited, listening intently.
A motorcycle! But whose?
Very cautiously, g_n in hand, Caleb peered out.
Thank goodness! It was Steve. Caleb ran across, kissed him, and jumped onto the pillion.
“Next stop Berkeley and a life!”