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.
This week’s photo prompt, utterly incomprehensible to me, comes courtesy of Jean L. Hays.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on this picture, below.
Click here to hear the writer read his words:
Not a sound.
Not a movement.
I stare out the window, hammer gripped tightly.
But I have no other weapon.
If they come – when they come – it will be hopeless.
But there is no escape.
Nowhere to run to.
I think of what is out there, and I tremble.
I think of my family upstairs, asleep.
I have done all I can to spare them from the horror.
I brush the tears from my cheeks.
I hear the slow drip onto the floor at my feet.
I look at the bloody hammer.
I had no choice, did I?