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Hollow brains said the old man and coughed.
He sat there in front of me drooling. I’ve been chasing him for decades hitting
jackpot before my retirement.
If you could cast your mind back sir to the day your partner
went missing.
That day! He spits the words out with venom.
New evidence has traced your DNA on the bottle found at the
site. We know you did it.
Evidence! She kept going on about the man on the moon. Dem flags don’t ripple in space. Gave me a bottle to celebrate and I cracked it
open on her head.
It's Monday today and my flight is late. Time to quickly throw in a Friday Fictioneers entry and be the lucky last :-) To read the timely entries by other writers this week click here.
Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100
It's Monday today and my flight is late. Time to quickly throw in a Friday Fictioneers entry and be the lucky last :-) To read the timely entries by other writers this week click here.
Yikes... sounds like he need to pass the rest of his time somewhere else
ReplyDeleteFor the term of his natural life I'd think. Thanks for reading and commenting Björn.
DeleteDear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteEither way, I'd say his goose is cooked. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Finally it is. Thanks for your comments Rochelle, I am glad you liked it.
DeleteHardly seems worth sending him to jail now, does it?
ReplyDeleteA final vindication for the justice seeker I think. Thank you for commenting Liz.
DeleteYou keep fascinating even with your snippets.
ReplyDeleteThanks Uma as long it doesn't get boring :-)
DeleteWow, what a story! So much time packed in just few words and done so expertly.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the words of appreciation Loré.
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