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…

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.”…