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Swept Away

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

They stepped out of the gift shop, her hand in his. The crowd on the sidewalk was packed nearly shoulder to shoulder and flowed like a lazy river.

Her hand slipped.

He stopped and turned, but she was gone-lost in a sea of people twice her height.

“Dahlia!” he shouted.

“Daddy!” she screamed from somewhere to his left.

“Don’t move!” he commanded and pushed his way through the crowd.

At the curb he stopped and scanned the street.

“Dahlia!” he shouted again.

She didn’t answer.

He panicked and pushed his way back toward the gift shop screaming for her.

Written for Friday Fictioneers.

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A Conversation with Frank

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Jean L. Hays

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Jean L. Hays

“Let me be frank, Frank.”

“ARRRRRRGGG”

“You’re an abomination.”

“ARRRRRGGHHHHHH”

“Do you know how long I’ve worked on stitching you together-how many hours I spent digging up graves to find the various pieces I needed? You don’t, do you?”

“GRRRRRR ARRRRRR UHHHH”

“All that time and effort was wasted. You can’t even talk.”

“AHHHHHH ERRRRRGGGG”

“All I wanted was a companion… someone I could talk to… someone who could talk to me.”

“ARRRRRRGGGGHHHHH”

“It gets lonely up here at the castle, Frank.”

“GAAAAAAAHHH.”

“At least make yourself useful and go steal me a woman or two from the village.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers. This prompt gave me a bit of trouble. I didn’t get any horror ideas, probably because I’ve been writing so many horror drabbles lately for the second volume of 100 tiny tales of terror, which will likely be out in December and would make a perfect Christmas gift for yourself or a loved one. *wink wink nudge nudge* Anyway, so instead of horror I envisioned a conversation between Dr. Frankenstein and his monster, who I realize doesn’t actually have a name but I called Frank for the purposes of this story.


There’s Always Tomorrow

PHOTO PROMPT-Copyright-Melanie Greenwood

PHOTO PROMPT-Copyright-Melanie Greenwood

He sat on the bench across the street and watched. She met a friend for lunch, which seemed to be par for the course. For a few minutes he thought she’d be alone for the first time since he’d started watching her. Her friend was only running late. She had her usual-a Caesar salad. Her friend ordered a club sandwich. They talked and laughed while he dreamt of his future with her from the other side of the road.

Eventually, she would be by herself. He caressed the chloroform soaked rag in his pocket and smiled. There’s always tomorrow.

Written for Friday Fictioneers. I’m a bit surprised I didn’t go in more of a Halloween direction this week, but that isn’t where the prompt took me.


A Smile Lost

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright- The Reclining Gentleman

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright- The Reclining Gentleman

He went there to forget, to let go of the memories, but instead sat on the bench remembering everything about her. He remembered her smile more than anything else. That smile was infectious, alluring, and somehow timid all at the same time.

A boat in the water caught his eye. It looked like her. He saw her everywhere since he’d squeezed the life out of her in a fit of rage. Random strangers looked like her. Inanimate objects looked like her. Even his own reflection staring back at him looked like her. Her smile, though, was gone. He missed it.

Written for Friday Fictioneers.


Not So Perfect Life

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

Photo Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

On the surface her life appeared perfect, but the veil of a neat and tidy existence was just for show. Behind the facade she was a mess. She downed a handful of meds every morning just to be able to cope with her emotionally abusive husband. The bruises he left were never visible, but the scars ran deep.

After he left for work she strung a rope from the chandelier in the foyer-not knowing for sure whether or not it would hold her weight. With noose around her neck, she choked down her pills and stepped off the chair.


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