Friday Fictioneers – Last Run of the Day

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!

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PHOTO PROMPT © DALE ROGERSON

Last Run of the Day

It’s dark. The streetlights are on. My friends have all gone home for tea, but I can’t resist the lure of the snow. One last run on the sled.

The air smells cold. A car slithers down the road below. I dive onto the sled. The track is icy. This is my fastest yet!

I jam my leg into the snow, to pull the sled round and stop it.

Nothing happens. I can’t get traction, and I’m racing towards the road.

Time to bail out, arms and legs akimbo.

Safe in a gorse bush, I hear a crash from below…

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Taken for a Ride

This is a piece of flash fiction, a little over 100 words long. The idea for story came to me over breakfast, and amused me enough to make me sit down straightaway and write it. I fear the photograph has been pinched from a used car advertisement with scant regard for copyright. In the extremely unlikely event that the copyright holder reads this story, please forgive me for borrowing your excellent photograph!

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Taken for a ride

“Nice car, Hector.”

Denis walked around his boss’s car, appraising its aggressive stance, its racing alloy wheels, its flawless paintwork with a shine so deep and a gloss so high that the vehicle seemed to have been chiselled out of ruby.

Hector crooked his finger as he opened the rear door (silently; oh, so silently) and pointed at the VDU in the rear of the chauffeur’s seat.

“Ultimate productivity. I can work as I’m driven to meetings.”

Denis whistled his admiration.

Hector slipped into the car, slipped a DVD into his computer.

As the chauffeur pulled out of the car park, Hector smiled broadly as, for the fifth time that week, “Frozen” started to play.