Friday Fictioneers – a weekly blog link-up based on a photo prompt.
The Challenge – write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle, and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)
The Key – make every word count.
The Picture –
She woke, moaned, and pushed his foot to the floorboard. Get your foot out of my side, she said, stretching in the cramped space.
He sat up, quipped get your side out of my foot, and looked up out the window. What’re the chances your landlord’s awake?
What time is it? she asked.
He squinted at his watch. It’s six fifty.
No chance, but with the sun up I can climb the fire escape, drop through the roof hatch into the back stairwell, and use my license to pop open my door.
Get to it, he laughed. There’s coffee in there.
Feedback appreciated. It’s amazing what a picture can do to blow the dust off an old memory. I haven’t thought about that Saturday morning in Chicago in 1998 probably since about a week after it happened (that’s the longest it would have taken for another misadventure to take place).
What story comes to mind when you see that picture? Join in!
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