Shooting the Breeze

Welcome to Friday Fic, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

It’s proof enough how hard it is for me to write for real that nothing came over the past three days, and…well, here’s what did come, today.  Enjoy.

100 words


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Photo Copyright © Raina Ng

I spared the table the gory details.

Lucy hadn’t a clue.  She tried to lift our spirits, in her way, stating the obvious, and trying too hard at humor.

Frankie removed his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose.  Obviously, he hadn’t enough to drink.  I pictured him ringing her neck, but he saved his energy.  His uncle died, I was ill, but no one wanted to acknowledge the pink elephant in the room.  We weren’t professionals, for certain.

Well, the elephant trumpeted.  Our contacts dropped like flies, and we were likely next.  We ran like there’s no tomorrow.


The goal for Friday Fictioneers is to write a story, beginning-middle-end, in at most 100 words, for the prompt photo.  You are also encouraged to “think outside of the box.”

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4 thoughts on “Shooting the Breeze

  1. I like this, but I’m totally in the dark as to what they are doing/running from. Perhaps this is WHY I like it – the I want to hear the gory details, like… what happened to the uncle? Why is he ill?

    You’ve built an effective mystery (or at least that’s what I think – it could be that I’ve missed a clear point!).
    Cheers
    KT

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