#atozchallenge, R is for Rose…
Monday evening when Randi arrived home she found a single deep red rose lying by her apartment door. Delighted, she picked it up and unlocked her door, glancing around for a card she might have missed. Nope, nothing.
She texted her date from Saturday to thank him, but it became embarrassingly obvious he hadn’t sent it. Awkward! If not a florist, how had someone gotten inside the gated apartment complex? How odd. She thought of her neighbors and how little she knew them.
Ouch! She had been clutching the stem too tightly and now there was blood on her hands…
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My theme this year is 100 word fiction. (So, no, don’t count this line!)
#atozchallenge, O is for Opal…
After the will was read, Olivia tearfully clutched her grandmother’s opal ring, a priceless remembrance from the woman she spent so much time with while growing up.
That night as Liv rubbed the stones to a warm luster, the top sprung open, revealing a compartment that held a single pill. She knew Grand-Me`re Bridgette met and married Grandpa Joe when he’d been an injured Air Corp pilot in France during WWII and she was his nurse. Her grandmother had loved to tell the story. But nurses wouldn’t need what looked for all the world like a hidden cyanide capsule. Right?
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This year my theme is 100 word fiction. (So, no, don’t count this line)
#atozchallenge, K is for Key…
The firefighters stood, covered in grime and sweat, watching as the abandoned old home burned to the ground. It would be tomorrow before they could sift through the now smoldering debris for anything worth saving.
One man turned, saw something moving and watched in amazement as a cat crept through charred rubble, then sat, delicately licking its paws.
“Here, kitty, kitty,” he called softly. The cat came close enough and Kevin scooped it up, stroking the soft soot-covered fur.
“What the hell?” he muttered, feeling a small key dangling from the cat’s collar. “Hey, guys, take a look at this!”
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My theme this year is 100 word fiction. (So, no, don’t count this line!) This is a story I’d previously had on my blog, with some minor modifications. Sorry, but it’s getting harder to come up with new stuff everyday!!
#atozchallenge, J is for Jail…
Adam Mitchum sat in an uncomfortably small, warm room at the Jackson County Jail. Detective Townsend said he’d just be a minute, but it seemed like an hour. He finally reappeared with the promised cup of water.
“Talked to your wife already, Mitchum. Says she was asleep when you left, can’t say for sure what time it was. Thought the garage door opened real early, like 4 a.m.”
Lying bitch, Adam thought. “She’s — mistaken. I made coffee and left the house about six. Anyway, the cameras in the school vestibule will show what time I got there.”
“Nope, they’d been disabled.”
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My theme this year is 100 word fiction. (So no, don’t count this line.) This is a continuation of A is for Apple, which you can read here.
#atozchallenge, F is for Friend…
Once upon a time a lonely little fairy named Faelynn stumbled across woods filled with forget-me-nots, foxglove and ferns, sweet reminders of home. Everything a sprite could want — except a friend.
Soon a human girl child with bouncing braids and bubbling giggles set out a tiny cottage and furniture that was, well, fairy sized! Sarah, as the girl’s mother called her, played near the cottage every day and she was all alone, too. Finally Faelynn grew brave enough to show herself. Eyes widening, Sarah stared and Faelynn stared back. “Want to be my friend?” And just like that, they were…
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My theme this year is 100 word fiction. (So, no, don’t count this line!)
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