It’s that time again, the day the Friday Fictioneers pine for all week, when our lovely hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields , throws down the gauntlet when she posts the photo that will taunt the writers in it’s endless possibilities each week. You think I jest? See how many of the one hundred plus stories are the same. I can tell you they won’t be.
Our diverse group of world wide writers each see a different explanation of the photo. There jmay be murder, mayhem, suspense, zombies, Vampires, Angelique and others involved. It could be romantic or chilling, in essence you could get any genre you favor here.
I have made many friends with the 90+ souls that try this task each week. We have friends from the far reaches of the globe that follow each other’s stories each week. It is an exicting effort, both in the writing and the reading. Come along with us and try your hand at the Friday fictioneers prompt!
Genre (General Fiction)
It was the only flower I kept after the funeral. None of the others appealed to me anyway. What should a widow do in the situation I wonder?
I stood and stared at it against the backdrop of the city. A strange composition for a picture, but I took it anyway. He would have never allowed it there, preferring his beloved skyline.
Now I could do what I wanted, finally, without fear of his fists. The plan was solid, the results were better than I dreamed. No one suspected a thing. I even fooled the detectives from Precinct Twelve.