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.
My travels are over for now, so I intend to visit most of your stories this week.
I took this photo in Nice, Côte d’Azur, not too long ago.
It is what I saw, not staged in any way.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture, below.
She is young, barely in her twenties, I’d say.
And very pretty.
Far too pretty to be walking in a place like this by herself.
It is late, the streets are deserted.
I throw her into the van.
She screams, pounds the sides.
I don’t care, it is soundproof.
We reach my garage in minutes.
The shutters rumble down.
I click on the lights, open the doors.
She hurls a shoe, attacks me.
I break her neck, drop her on the floor.
Then I pick up the shoe.
This is what it’s all about.