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…

Friday Fictioneers: Cold Storage

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…

Friday Fictioneers: T is for Teeth

  “There!” Jay pointed. “I didn’t see. What color?” Evan scanned the sky. “White. We gotta go!” “Wait, two white means all clear. One means we’re surrounded. Stay down.” “You weren’t even paying attention. You were staring at Kathy. Again.” “I can’t help it. She has beautiful teeth. But I’m sure about what I heard.”…

Friday Fictioneers: In Too Deep

*** We’re in deep. Too deep. All was calm. All was bright…as it could be. Considering the circumstances. We took it hour by hour. Then day by day. We shoulda known the calm would only last so long. High tide, low tide. The winds of change. Then storm clouds formed on the horizon. There’s no…

Friday Fictioneers: The Way Out

  Beads of sweat slip down her skin. The leather of her shoes sticks to her feet. White heat bounces off stucco walls. Identical alleyways, one after another. Salt laden air drifts through, teasing her left. Waves pound rocks. The sound swirls in her ears, pulling her right. How did I get here? How do I get out? She rounds a…

Friday Fictioneers: The Girl There

You see the girl there, through the window, though the frost obscures your view. Night after night she stares; she waits. You watch the girl there, through the window. No smile, no light in her eyes. The spark within her snuffed out early. Perhaps a smolder remains. You see the girl there, through the window,…