Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
When I saw Al’s slightly belated photo (well?) this week, I remembered visiting him a few years back.
A terrific guy, and a terrific blogger.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.
And if you click on this, you can hear me read the story below:
I shoot him twice in the chest.
I am seated on a bench situated just off the path.
It is dusk, he probably never sees me.
I pocket my gun, rise to conceal his body.
And see the little man standing thirty feet away, mouth open, eyes wide.
I am furious with myself.
I thought I had carefully ensured no one else was near.
Did he come out of one of the darkened holiday apartments?
As I pull my gun again he runs.
I follow swiftly, he has no chance.
Then headlamps go on maybe fifty yards away.
It is an electrician’s van, I remember, from my earlier reconnaissance.
My target is shouting, screaming, waving his arms wildly.
When I reach him he is trying to get into the passenger seat.
I walk round, shoot the workman in the face.
Then I drag the little man out, throw him to the ground.
Look what you made me do, I tell him, pointing at the dead driver.
Because I am really annoyed with him.
I do not like killing unless I get paid for it.