FOUND GUILTY

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This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–November 27th, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not counting the title and inspired by the prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/11/27/sunday-photo-fiction-november-27th-2016/

Genre: Crime Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

FOUND GUILTY by P.S. Joshi

Jack stood at the window and gazed out at the city almost hidden by the dusk. Any moment now the police would arrive to arrest him.

He was guilty and knew it even if the dead man was the one who did the damage. He wrecked Jack’s marriage.

Margaret wasn’t to blame. She was lonely because he was gone so much. He thought his job was keeping them together not building  a wall between them.

When he’d walked in and found them together in bed he went wild. He’d grabbed the Glock from the dresser drawer, clicked off the safety, and started shooting. He was a practiced shot spending hours at the indoor firing range. It should have been a thief he’d shoot one day.

It a way, the dirty stinker was a thief.

Now he was waiting for the police to find him. He had plenty of time to think. He had nothing else–no wife, no job, no future, no hope. He was his own worst enemy.

What do you do to an enemy? He heard a knock at the door and pictured death or life imprisonment.

The maid holding clean towels heard a shot in the room.

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DIRK AND BIG BILL

 

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Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–September 11th, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not including the title and inspired by the prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/09/11/sunday-photo-fiction-september-11th-2016/

Genre: Fantasy/Humor Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

DIRK AND BIG BILL by P.S. Joshi

Dirk had always been a soldier. He couldn’t remember when he’d been anything else. When he wasn’t attacking something he was in the barracks. It was his life.

His Master Sergeant, Big Bill, was always there to direct him and the others. He was a hard man but fair. There was someone above him giving orders, but Dirk wasn’t sure who it was. The voice was loud, though, and Bill heeded it.

Every day was pretty much the same. Dirk wasn’t sure what they were fighting for but they always seemed to win. It seemed to be the point of it. They fought in a building and outside in the tall grass. If a man got left behind, Bill always went back for him. Dirk was glad. He would have hated to be separated from his friends.

There was that voice again. “Bill, how many times do I have to tell you to pick up your action figures? You know if your dad or I step on one of those in the dark we’ll really be upset. It hurts like the dickens. And don’t leave any in the yard. It would damage the lawn mower. Are you listening to me?”

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FLOOD DAMAGE

 

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Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–September 4th, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not including the title and inspired by the prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/09/04/sunday-photo-fiction-september-4th-2016/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

FLOOD DAMAGE by P.S. Joshi

When his great grandfather came west from Pennsylvania, the Missouri land was rich and water was plentiful. He bought farm acreage near a stream so water would be close. Carrying it was no easy task back then.

One hundred and fifty years later, John paid for the mistake his ancestor had made. The Missouri River tended to flood in years when rain poured down on his farm. He couldn’t afford to move as there was a mortgage on the land. He had to take the mortgage to pay for water damage and buy more livestock for some lost in a flood.

Now the insurance company refused to give insurance at the normal rate. Next year they warned there would be no insurance offered.

His youngest son wanted to begin college, and John had to tell him he’d have to earn scholarships and work to pay for the remainder himself.

“That’s okay, Dad,” he said. “I can do that.” But his girlfriend wanted to get married so he joined the army. The second year of his service in Iraq, he was killed by a landmine. His wife had a child so moved in with John and his wife.

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