Ah, Friday again and Friday the 13th no less! I’ve always enjoyed Friday the 13’s, they have been pretty lucky for me (I need to remember to play the lottery today).
But for this Friday it’s also Friday Fictioneer time! Time for another 100 word challenge. So come join me to read along or to participate, either will do! Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the hostess of course and on her blog you will find the few rules we live by (or not) and also a little blue critter you can click on that will take you to many other great writers who have posted a story based on the same picture.
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)
The boots stood on the pier in the early morning sunshine. That’s all that was left of her.
People searched for days, weeks, months and never found a trace of anything else.
It was like she was whisked into nothingness, taken right out of those boots.
The night before a multi-million dollar jewel went missing from the museum. The theft happened in the middle of the night by an expert burglar. That morning she disappeared, told her husband she was going for her usual morning hike. Nobody connected the two.
Laying in the sun, sipping a Mai Tai, she hummed, “These boots were made for walking.”