Cold Storage
The high-pitched squeak of the loose wheel echoes down the hallway. Light bounces off the metal walls. Polished floors gleam beneath our feet.
Lou stops. She holds up her fist.
I pull on the metal rail and throw my weight back. The loaded cart groans in protest, but stops.
Seconds tick by. Lou’s ponytail flips right, then left. Sweat trickles down my back.
Without looking back, she waves us forward. It takes all my force to get the cart moving again. The wheel resumes its shrill tune.
We’re almost at cold storage.
Get it in. Lock up. Then walk away.
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Photo prompt & featured image: © Amy Reese
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The above is my 100-word fictional story. Each week, writers are offered a photo prompt, from which we are challenged to write a complete story, in 100 words or less. Then we post, share, comment and critique with dozens of other writers. Click the blue frog button to find more stories, and join in!
Happy trails!
The Mom Who Runs: 
Ooo, spooky. Well written. I wonder what or who is on the cart…
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Thanks! It was a who, but I didn’t get far enough with it to know exactly who, or why…😉
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I saw a horse working hard in a mine ! Strange I know.
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LOL! Could have been! 🙂
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This picture is creepy, as is your story (in a good way.) Chills!
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Thanks, afthead! Glad to have the desired effect. 😉 The pic had me chilled so the story absolutely has to go in that direction!
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Dear Sarah,
I’m shivering. Vivid descriptions.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Great descriptions- I was there.
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Thanks for reading and your comment, FF! I’m glad I was able to pull you in. Happy trails! 😄
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