Photo Credit: S.Spaulding
I wonder who I would be if I were not someone’s wife, mother, sister, friend, employee?
Who am I, in the purest sense?
These were questions Eve asked herself one quiet morning as she sipped coffee from a mug with the words World’s Greatest Mom barely visible from the many cycles in the dishwasher.
She listened for an answer.
She heard the ticking of the clock on the mantel and the silent hum of the refrigerator.
With a heavy sigh, Eve went upstairs, and woke her children up for school.
Photo Credit: Eric Wicklund
I knew I was in trouble.
As soon as I walked in the door, Mom demanded to know where I had been. I didn’t want to tell her Jimmy and I stopped to have a coke at the corner store because that would lead to a range of questions about where I got the money and a series of more lies.
I told her had stayed after school, to help my teacher. I regretted the words as soon as they left my month.
Let’s go see Aunt May.
The old woman living at the end of Main Street wasn’t really my aunt. It was a title given her out of respect for her longevity. I never knew her true age, but her leathery gray skin screamed of ancientness.
As I said, I knew I was in trouble because Aunt May was the town lie detector. One look at you with those piercing green eyes and the secrets of your soul were exposed.
I didn’t need to think about my decision. I knew the facts would come out, one way or another. I saved us both a trip to the end of Main Street and told my mom everything.
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a short 200-word story inspired by a photograph. This week’s photo is provided by Eric Wicklund.
Dalia anxiously waited for the call she feared would never come. Nearby, the detectives huddled in a circle. Were they talking about Steffen, she wondered, or just shooting the breeze. For 10 hours, they speculated as to why Steffen abandoned his car on the bridge after a minor accident. Dalia’s head pounded from the incessant questioning.
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
What did she know that she was not telling them, they demanded.
Tight in her hand, Dalia held the tattered reminder of their pledge; a binding agreement made when they first came to America: Protect Yourself. Say Nothing.
And she wouldn’t.
This story was inspired by Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers, a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. To join in and to read the other stories, take a look here
Photo Credit Dale Rogerson
Eric turned to look at the old apartment building one last time. When the fire alarm sounded, the residents hesitated, believing this was another drill. Eric yelled ‘Fire!’ and that got them moving. Some lingered close to the front entrance. Unfortunate collateral damage, but nothing he could do. The mission was too important to give anyone warning. Continue reading
Photo Credit: A Mixed Bag
From her lone window, Nellie saw freedom. Her prison stood atop of a hill, miles from town with acres of open land between the two. Traditional escape attempts would be impossible for there was no cover. Except darkness, and that is when they released the dogs.
She must think of another way. Before insanity set in. Continue reading
Photo by Sarah Potter
It started as a childish prank. Go to the old Miller house and enter through the sunroom. The wooden desk stood in the corner. Nick your finger with a knife, just enough for a few drops of blood, and trace your initials on the desktop. The blood pack guaranteed a carefree adolescence, or minimally, a date to the prom.
What they don’t tell you, however, is the pact binds you forever to an insatiable spirit. With each passing year, the demands grow greater. Breaking the pact was not an option.
He thought of this as he stalked his next victim.
This story was inspired by a photo prompt posted on Friday Fictioneers, a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less. Check out other great stories or submit your own at Friday Fictioneer’s June 9 2017
photo credit: A Mixed Bag
The Director held the phone in his hand and considered his next move. The events of the past few days unnerved him in ways he never thought possible. During his 25-year tenure with the agency, he had learned the secrets of the rich and powerful. He knew what men, and women, were capable of when push came to shove. But this man; he was ruthless. He would stop at nothing to salvage his legacy.
Do you really want to do this, Jimbo?
In the corner of his office was a chess board. As a boy, the Director mastered the game and in return learned one of life’s most valuable lessons: always look beyond the next move. He out-maneuvered his opponent so far. With this phone call, the game would be over.
His contact answered promptly and agreed to the Director’s request. He called his wife and told her the car would be there in 10 minutes, taking her to safety. Before he left, he looked at his office for the last time.
This is the right thing to do.
They arrested him as soon as he stepped through the door. He would go quietly.
Smiling, he thought to himself, check-mate.