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!
‘I don’t know how long I can hold on, Richard,’ I gasped. Every bump in the road – and there were many – doubled the feeling of urgency in my bowels.
Snow lay a foot deep on the verge and our tyre chains crunched in ice; it must have been twenty below.
‘Look! Look there! Stop!’
There was a quaint little hut at the side of the road, two narrow stories high.
‘I guess it’s a toilet,’ said Richard, ‘but look at the signs on the doors. Voters below – politicians above!’
‘I don’t care. It beats digging a hole in the snow.’