Freedom

(100-word flash fiction)

She slid into the still waters stained crimson with sunset.

She felt free as those birds flying towards the horizon. As vast as the ocean in whose lap she now cradled in. Unfettered as the breeze caressing the water. Thousands of miles away with a perfect alibi.

If only she could have tortured him the way he had broken her spirit. Cracked her open and filled her with pain. With slow poison he wouldn’t even know he was dying.

She dried herself, sauntered lazily to the beachside cottage and let herself in.

And found him lying dead on her bed.

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*  Just for the record, I don’t like the ending. It’s so unfair, especially with the #metoo campaign now on. I fought with the muse for a whole day and nothing else was given. 😦 So be it.

** Couldn’t resist the alliteration in the first line. 🙂

Many thanks to our lovely Rochelle for so devoutly hosting Friday Fictioneers week after week 🙂

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

 

Evidence

(100-word flash fiction)

“Another blurry image?” Poirot roared, gesticulating wildly. “How are we going to catch the angry bird thief if you can’t take clear photos?”

“But sir, the bird is in the photo and so is the hand.”

“Haaand? Of what use is the haaand?”

“Sir! For putting the handcuffs on.”

“You need the face for IDENTIFICATION, you imbecile.” Ben maintained a judicious silence.

“Get out!” the boss barked, flinging his cigar at his retreating employee.

Unfortunately, Ben was as bad at escaping as with gathering evidence.

A case was filed. The evidence was searingly evident. On Ben’s bum, a cigar burn.

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More like Frivolous Friday 🙂 Once again Rochelle kindly provides a prompt and we send a collective call to our muses, and all of them provide a different story to each of us based on the same photo. How fascinating!

Photo prompt –

PHOTO POMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

Moonlight

(100-word flash fiction)

He woke up to a feeling of being touched. There was moonlight splayed everywhere, on the floor, furniture, bed and glowing pale on his feet. As he watched, it began to creep up his legs, slowly and imperceptibly. As though the moonlight was a sensuous lover caressing him softly, seductively.

It was when it began to spread up his body that he broke into a cold sweat. Then, as his consciousness began to fade, it occurred to him that the moon had been falling not rising and that thing outside that was shining on his face was not the moon.

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It’s indeed the full moon today. And I’m loving watching it beam down at me, spreading its light over everything. And so how could I hlep but write a story about an almost-moon for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you Rochelle for the bringing us together and to Ted for the photo.

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz