Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here.
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Under the Bridge
The last time I saw her was in what we called ‘our tunnel’.
It was hidden under the road bridge where the river runs into the sea.
We used to sneak down here after school, just the two of us, and I’d try to be romantic, and read poetry I wrote for her.
She’d bring her guitar and sing to me.
She stopped coming so often when she started hanging out with that older crowd.
They weren’t nice people.
I’d still come and sit for a while, hoping she’d appear.
And one day, she did.
She floated by, face down.
Moving to an older crowd always portends darkness. Excellent writing, CE.
Can you gut punch, or what?
Nice one, back on your murdeous form again, C E. I wonder where your body count stands now!
Ouch! Excellent sucker punch ending, if not for the love-struck hero and his beloved.
A whole adolescence here, right from naive innocence through to cruel consequences.
Nice gruesome twist at the end.