Friday Fictioneers 6/8/16 –

To join the fun of Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Story Challenge, just follow the link for the details. Photo by Jan Marler Morrill.  My story is below the picture.

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Marler Morrill


Sebastian had said, “Follow the alley until it curves right. Stop at the blue door in the wall. Knock four times.”

Okay, here was the turn. Yes … the blue door. Four short raps. She held her breath. … No answer. … She waited. … Still no answer.

Drat the man!  Why all this mystery? Couldn’t they just meet at a cafe?

Lying on the floor inside, Sebastian stretched his arm to reach the door handle. But the knife in his back had done its work. He lost consciousness as the girl turned in frustration and left the alley.

25 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers 6/8/16 –

    1. Thank you, Gilly. When I started this, I actually hoped it would end differently, but I just couldn’t find anything else that fit – particularly with the word restrictions.

  1. Dear Sandra,

    That knife in his back would certainly hamper his ability to open the door. Two points of view. Good story. Great to see you here.



    1. Yes, I’d say it was good she did not arrive earlier. But she should have know better than to meet someone who insisted on such a clandestine place to begin with.

  2. I love the thoughts in her head as she bustles along, and I think I’m glad she didn’t arrive earlier- she may be best out of this relationship anyway. Good story!
    I was left a little confused about whether the man lying on the floor was the one she was planning to meet or some other victim; repeating the name would have helped if it’s the former. Just a thought.

        1. That’s one of the perks of taking part in this kind of writing exercise. Many times the tiny 100-word story becomes the seed of a complete novel. I remember doing a writing exercise where I sat down to the computer and took the first 2 words that came into my mind and just started writing whatever came to me until I couldn’t go any further right then. When I stopped writing, I had almost two whole chapters of what became one of the best novels I ever wrote. You just never know where these things will lead.

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