Friday Fictioneers: Of Kings and Corals

  Jason stopped mid-stride. “Is that a king or a coral snake?” “Red and black means a friendly Jack.” “Don’t be an ass, Drake. No snake is friendly. Answer the question.” “Red and yellow will kill a fellow.” “Well, that thing has red touching black and red touching yellow. So which is it?” Drake shrugged.…

Friday Fictioneers: Finding the MedLab

  “That’s it.” Bea nodded her head toward the gray block building. “That’s the Med-Lab? It looks deserted.” “Most of the staff go to and from using a tunnel system.” Mac studied the windows, but watching for signs of movement was impossible through the opaque glass. “Do you remember when they change shifts?” “No. All…

Friday Fictioneers: Your Chariot Awaits

  “Your throne, Your Majesty!” The duke bowed and duchess curtsied. The king gazed at the perch across the moat. Light glimmered off the gilded royal seat. Rubies encrusted in the high back sparkled.  “How shall I get there?” The duke stepped back and gestured to the gleaming horse and carriage, both draped in the ornate dressings of the…

Friday Fictioneers: Precious

Precious (Fiction; 100 words) The boy bounced and strained against the belt. “Settle down, Precious. You mustn’t appear overactive.” His guardian, a middle-aged woman with deep wrinkles and a permanent odor of smoke, checked her watch again. “They could decide they don’t want you and then what? All that wasted time and effort.” He grimaced…

Friday Fictioneers: Fresh

Fresh (Fiction; 100 words) She’ll love this. Billie set down her paint brush and smoothed a few hairs from her face with the back of her hand. The wet lavender paint shined in the late afternoon sun. New coat of paint, new town, new start. She’ll be happier here. It’ll be good for us. She’ll see.…

Friday Fictioneers: Means of Escape

Means of Escape Fiction; 99 words Mac peered down the darkened tunnel. Afternoon turned to dusk and the lengthening shadows hid a multitude of threats. Fear prickled the skin on the back of her neck. She breathed slow and scanned the area. Adrenaline from the escape had her imagination working overtime. Not every fluttering leaf…