ONTO THE FERRY

 

Photo Copyright: Ted Strutz

Here we are this week sitting near a ferry loading cars. We’ve gathered to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneers group. Our hostess for the gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us this week and every week is to write a story with no more than 100 words, not counting the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Ted Strutz. Thanks, Ted.

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

The link for this week’s stories is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2017/06/21/23-june-2017/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

ONTO THE FERRY by P.S. Joshi

Myra’s mind wasn’t on the rain as the wipers whisked the windshield of the dark blue Honda. The line for the ferry crept forward and her hands clutched the steering wheel so hard her knuckles were bloodless.

I have to reach the deck before it’s full. I have to.

A horn sounded and she jumped then eased the car forward.

They’d find Greg’s body bludgeoned in self-defense and she’d be found guilty. In panic, she ran. The ferry meant escape.

There was a forceful rap on the window.

“Ma’am please stop the motor, unlock the door, and get out.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A NARROW ESCAPE

 

Fireworks--Vijaya Sundaram

Photo Copyright: Vijaya Sundaram

Here we are for another week. Today we’re watching fireworks in the night sky. Our hostess for this weekly gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We’re the Friday Fictioneers group. Our challenge this week and every week is to write an original story with no more than 100 words not including the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Vijaya Sundaram. Thanks, Vijaya.

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

The link for this week’s stories is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/08/31/2-september-2016/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

A NARROW ESCAPE by P.S. Joshi

Maggie had decided to go to work for her father-in-law at his novelty factory. The work wasn’t hard, and the pay wasn’t that bad. Besides, being the boss’s daughter-in-law, she doubted she’d be fired.

After starting work, she began to notice disturbing things. Several of the other employees were missing at least one finger. Also, she developed a cough.

When she’d worked there several months, she was aware of a gradual turnover rate of workers. She finally worried so much she turned in her notice.

Two months later there was a chemical explosion and fire that gutted the place.

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MURDEROUS

 

Jeep splashing in water.

 

This is my contribution this week to the challenge Monday’s Finish the Story hosted by Barbara Beacham. Every Monday, Barbara supplies a new picture prompt along with the first sentence to be used for the story. The original story to be written should have only 100 to 150 additional words. I’ve bolded the first senten given with the picture prompt. Be sure to click on the little blue frog in the blue box to read the other stories.

The link for all other stories is as follows:

http://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/01/19/mondays-finish-the-story-january-19th-2015/

Genre:  Realistic Humor Fiction

Word Count:  5+1+149=155

MURDEROUS  By P.S. Joshi

“They finally made their escape.”

As I wrote that, I dreamed of fame. Maybe I’d be a famous writer someday. I loved to write thriller stories.

The more people I literarily killed, the better. My favorite threat to someone who made me mad was to tell them one day I’d make them a villain in one of my books and shoot them full of holes.

Mom got hold of one of my stories one day and looked at me as though she’d never really seen me before.

“Laura,” she asked, slightly shocked, “how do you come up with this stuff? When I was fifteen I wanted to be a cheerleader and buy new clothes.”

She shook her head. “I just don’t know how a daughter of mine could be interested in killing.”

Just then the phone rang. She listened,  then shouted, “She said ‘that’ about me! I’ll kill her!”

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