Friday Fictioneers – Down the Drain

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!

PHOTO PROMPT © J HARDY CARROLL

Down the drain

I had packed my things carefully into my locker when Myers from Personnel materialised.

“Okay. Open it.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

“I think you should tell me why.”

“We can do this the easy way, or I can call in the factory manager. Your choice.”

I fumbled the key, dropped it. Myers clicked his tongue against his teeth. I opened the locker.

Myers rummaged behind my clothes and pulled out a flask of bourbon. We both looked at it, then he poured away the liquor.

The heady fumes tormented me.

“You’ve no right…” I began.

“Next time you’ll be fired.”

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Friday Fictioneers – Conspiracy

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 (the blue frog) on your page. Link your story URL. This week, I just couldn’t resist having another go!

FF - The Rapist 180502

PHOTO PROMPT © Karen Rawson

Conspiracy

“Dang this dang dark!”

Despite his torch Jed had stumbled on the flaky, rotten step. He paused, listening. Had his expletives been heard by the occupants of the cabin?

All was still. No light showed but he knew they were in there, waiting.

He rapped four times, da-da-da-dum, and heard the wooden beam lifted, the door creak open.

“Quickly, inside before you’re seen!”

The door was slammed behind him, and the blackout blanket replaced. His three co-conspirators looked stern. He could smell the bourbon on their breath.

They sat down around a small table.

“Texas holdem suit you, Reverend?”