Hello October!In keeping with the season, I’ve written a flash fiction story for the Friday Fictioneers. Thank you to Rochelle @Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple for providing another Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. The weekly challenge is to write a story of 100 words or less based on the photo prompt below.
Friday Fictioneers: Vlad
The sun is low on the horizon. I must arrive before it sets, before he wakes. I press the accelerator of the Jaguar topping 100 mph while checking my black leather weekender.
Everything is here. This should do the trick.
I arrive at his lair as the sun sets. Too late. He’s waiting for me in the foyer with a glass of red wine. His long black hair shimmering against his alabaster skin. I am mesmerized.
“How long has it been since you cast your spell on me?” he grins.
“Seven centuries, my love, since you took your first bite.”
I managed to snag an invitation to the old bones annual ritual. A black robe and mask awaited me in the foyer with a note.
‘Wear only the robe and mask. Ascend the staircase. The chamber doors await.’
The room was dark, save a candelabra in the far corner casting shadows on the walls. Several robed figures knelt before the High Priest. He raised his head. Our eyes met.
‘Present your offering.’
I pulled the garlic from my robe. A collective ‘gasp’ filled the room.
The High Priest swooped in and whispered, ‘nicely played’ as he gorged on my neck.
Another flash fiction story written for the Friday Fictioneers. A big shout out to Rochelle @Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple for hosting Friday Fictioneers. The weekly challenge is to write a story of no more than 100 words based on the photo prompt. This story is exactly 100 words!
“Darling, look what I found on my walk this morning,” she smiled, struggling to get the highchair through the door.
“Hey, I can help, but aren’t we a tad late in life for a baby?”
She smiled at her husband of thirty years. “Yes, but if you check your messages, you’ll see that your mistress is expecting.”
He dropped his phone and watched dumbfounded as she pulled her suitcase from the closet.
“Where are you going?”
“My lover is flying me to his island. I’ll be drinking margaritas on the beach while you’re changing diapers. Enjoy your new life, darling.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers. A big shout out to Rochelle @Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple for hosting Friday Fictioneers. The weekly challenge is to write a story based on the photo prompt, provided today by Roger Bultot. My challenge was to write a complete story in 100 words or less. This story is exactly 100 words!