Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
Her own somewhat dreich image almost makes me feel homesick.
Almost.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture, below.
© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Car Park
My mates slap me on the back, full of congratulations.
I am outside the little café in the square, displaying the stuff.
St Tropez, they say, admiringly, you have cojones!
Thing is, I have technology.
I can break into any car.
So I did the parking lot in the richest town on the coast.
The haul is amazing.
I see the little man watching.
He looks insignificant, even nervous.
What, I ask him, aggressively.
Anything nice for a lady, he asks.
It’ll cost you, I smirk.
No, he says, it won’t.
His finger is on the trigger.
Wrong car, sonny.
St Tropez by C. E. Ayr
A life of crime is always a risk. 😉
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I did, thank you.
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creeepy as ever….only takes one bad guy to meet a worse one for an excellent story
Creepy I like, thank you.
And there are always levels, aren’t there?
Hazards of the job, I suppose.
If you sup with the devil…
Sounds like part of a great story!
Thank you, Corina, but actually it is all of an okay story!
They say it’s the quiet ones you need to watch out for… Good story.
Who does?
The noisy ones, I bet.
You can’t believe everything they say, dear lady.
And thank you.
I´m canceling my trip to St. Tropez after reading this
That will be a real blow to the French economy.
Specially for the fast food sector
Charly, this is the Cote d’Azur, try to get yourself some haute cuisine, old bean.
You´re right, I should have some variety, but don´t tell me that hamburger( who know what is made off) doesn´t taste good, i´m already drooling just thinking of a mac menu
Uh oh, that took a wrong turn. Nicely done.
Thanks, K.
If you stick your fingers where they shouldn’t be, someone might cut them off.
What do you say to a small insignificant man with his finger on a trigger?
Yes, sir, no, sir, 3 bags full, sir.
That actually struck a chill in my heart. Very well-done, Ceayr!
Didn’t brighten the narrator’s day either, DoD!
🙂
Be careful where you steal from, right?
Excellent advice, I’d say.
a lesson learned too late.
You win some, you lose some, hope to live to tell the tale
Ooohh, he got his come uppin’s didn’t he? Well done.
He did indoody!
Oops! Sounds like our man is about to learn about karma.
Bitten in the bum, I think.
It sounds like it rained on your man’s parade.
A deluge!
The little insignificant man is about to assume very significant proportions. Nice take on the prompt. St Tropez looks …. wealthy.
He sure is, Sandra, and thank you.
St Tropez is a beautiful old town, reeking of wealth.
Ouch.. always check for Cosa Nostra vanity plates before breaking into a car.
Ouch… no half measures with you, Bjorn!
Excellent! Didn’t see that coming!
That is kind of the plan, Caerlynn!
This played like a mini movie. Well done.
Ah, a mini movie.
All I need is a mini director and we are away!
I love how you take us along for a ride onle to put on the breaks. As always, well done!
I do like to switch lanes and/or horses at some point, dear Dale.
I should hope so, dear C.E.
Thank God you lived to tell the tale 🙂 Nice!!!
I didn’t.
I wrote this via a medium.
Very intelligent medium 🙂
Quite average, really!
Well imagined! Nice tasteful use of language!
I am a nice tasteful guy, sir!
Nods
Oooh I like this one. Perfect pitch.
Merci, Em, mais ‘perfect’ est un grand mot!
Dear CE,
Oops. Sounds like he’s met his match.
He really needs to live around here. I have a penchant for locking my keys in my car. 😉 Where’s a break in artist when you need one?
Well written with just the right touch of humor.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Glad you enjoyed, m’lady.
Down in the Florida Keys there is at least one guy who makes a living by opening cars for tourists who do what you do.
He took about 40 seconds and charged me 60 bucks.
Good atmosphere CEA
Thanks, Mick
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AnElephantCant think of Scotland without shivering
It is cold and it’s dank and it’s wet
He remembers vast lochs and great glens
Purple heather on high bens
But the weather he tries to forget
Dear Elephant – my favouritest train journey in all the world is out of King Cross and uphill all the way North to Waverley Station, but it is true last time I took that train it started to rain just past York.