Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, the standard, and the prompt photo.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture below, which this week is supplied by Roger Bultot.
Click here to hear the author read his words:
I know I’m being watched.
I sit gazing across the fairground, wondering how close they are.
And if I have any chance of escape.
People stroll by, some pause to take in the view.
A cigarette packet is tossed, too casually, and falls to the ground.
I scowl at his back, he is oblivious to my annoyance.
I stand to leave, stoop, and, with obvious irritation, push the discarded packet into the bin.
I now have in my palm the last piece of the device.
I blow into my cold hands.
It fits perfectly.
And now they are too late.