Ah Friday once more. You all know the drill by now, but I’ll refresh your memory just in case. Friday Fictioneer’s is hosted by our own gracious and pixie like Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, close to 100 writers from all genres write a flash fiction piece based from the same photograph. You’ll find anything and everything under the sun and moon story wise. It makes for fascinating reading. Just click on Rochelle’s name and be whisked off for a magic carpet ride. Scroll down her page and click on the little blue guy to find all those other great stories. Don’t forget to read Rochelle’s great little ET’ish story too! Thanks all!
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and an end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)
Make every word count.
Genre: Literary Fiction (100 words)
He jumped down from the half boarded window. Dust swirled upward, tickling his nose. As he held back a sneeze his eyes adjusted to the shadows.
Listening, he glanced upward, the silence was broken by a soft coo from the nesting pigeons in the rafters. Dinner tonight, he knew.
He walked over to a darker corner where a pallet of blankets lay on the floor. Crouching beside it he turned over the woman lying there.
Slowly her eyes opened, “Did you find her?”
“She’ll be here shortly.”
Nodding the woman put her hands on her swollen stomach, “Just in time I think.”