Someone once paid me an enormous compliment by saying that the only predictable thing about me is that I am unpredictable.
And so I’ve turned this week’s Flash Fiction prompt on its head and avoided all of the things that immediately popped into my head upon seeing this week’s photo. Or, rather, I ran with them, but in a completely different way. I apologize if this week’s tale seems a bit ham-fisted, darlings, but with 100 words you don’t have time to be subtle.
“Run this by me again,” the well-fed studio exec said, running manicured fingers through his perfectly coiffed hair.
“It’s an action film. There’s a bomb on a bus, and if the driver drops below fifty-five miles per hour, the bus will explode. It’s one long car chase.”
“This sounds familiar,” the older man pondered, “isn’t there a movie like this already?”
“Oh, but this is totally different, sir – in our movie, it’s a school bus.”
“I like it. How much will you need? Fifty million? A Hundred?”
The man signed the check and somewhere, another hundred children starved to death.
100 words – one for each child.
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at her blog Addicted to Purple. You can find the rules, and the other stories here.
As is customary, I will post my favourites (with a U) below as I find time to read.
I’m sure you know this already, but Sandra Cook is a damn good writer. Forever Friends took me in a direction I hadn’t even considered — excellent read.