Friday Fictioneers – Red Dot of Death

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!

Before this story, I must acknowledge and apologise to Laurie Bell. She wrote a cracking story for FF – here

But it sparked a thought that just wouldn’t leave me alone, so here is a very similar take with a different ending!

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Red dot of death

I’m late. I should have left my report in the dead-letter drop an hour ago. The temperature is just above freezing, and gouts of snow flop down from the branches of the trees. I jog, side-arm in hand, safety catch off.

Shit! There’s a red dot on my chest! I dive, squeeze off two shots in the likely direction of the assassin, to teach him to keep his head down.

“Holy Moly! Don’t shoot, lady! It was just a joke!” The panicky, half-broken voice is that of a teenage boy.

Damn kid! Must be fooling with a laser pointer!