Midweek is not the usual time for unbridled excitement and those of us who look forward to it have thought about the novelty of our experience. But when you have the promise of an intriguing photograph on which to base a fiction masterpiece, the usual can become unusual. For a hundred lucky souls brave enough to take the chance, Friday Fictioneers can make your writing schedule much more interesting. Don’t believe me? Give it a try!
None of this would be possible without the efforts of our gracious hostess, Rochelle, who picks one of her collection of unique photos each week. It has become one of my favorite weekly activities. The photo nod goes to Roger Bultot this time around.
Fiction – 98 words
Everyone says it, but for me it was really true. The perfect crime, I had it perfectly planned. I was in the right place at the right time. I heard her talking about the money being unattended for fifteen minutes. All that was necessary was to snatch it between minutes six and seven. I had no connection to the place and so no one would consider me.
With the money in hand all that was left was the getaway. Rolling down Elm Street I was free, until I heard the tree crash into me. The Getaway is hardest.
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Yes, the getaway is the hardest. Lol
Ah. that getaway… that was a nice touch unless you are the criminal
The getaway is the hardest–I’ll have to remember to work those details into my planned heist. 😉
A great take on the prompt, I like the twist – does he make it?
The old “if it can, it will….” Who knows, maybe a witness got a make on his car and he’d have been picked up at the next red light. This way, he’s on foot and still anonymous. A bus, a plane and he’s back on the gravy train.
This actually brought a song by Tracy Chapman’s ‘Cold Feet’ to my rememberance. And the getaway is definitely the hardest.
Talk about bad luck. First he was in the right place at the right time, and a great reversal, being in the wrong place at the exact wrong time. Ron
Sounds like God had other plans. At least if he can get away, he might have enough money to buy a new car. If he survives, that is.