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As you can see it’s that time again. Friday Fictioneers time! Please take the time to cheer on with comments your hard-working writers. Go and participate or go and just enjoy so many stories based on the same picture.
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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 (104 words)
Running down the alley, he flung the gun into a dumpster. He heard the sirens behind him. The clerk in the store should have just handed over the money. Instead, he died trying to be a hero.
He noticed the old building up ahead. If he could reach the roof, he’d be scott free. He ran inside the old elevator, slammed the iron doors shut. Quickly punching the top floor number he laughed, thinking how he outsmarted the cops.
His scream could be heard a few minutes later as the elevator cable snapped.
A piece of paper ruffled with the breeze, it had come away from its tape.