Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog link-up. The Challenge – write a one hundred word (plus or minus) story with a beginning, middle, and end inspired by the picture. The Key – make every word count. Up to the challenge? Join in!
It was one of the last cars left on the Murder Lot. A gruesome scene. No matter who worked for how long with what chemicals, the blood never came out. Seeping in with the rain, they said. An antique of a bulldozer-cum-snowplow was parked nearby—the very same one used to hold Old Man Clark face down in the snowdrift until he stopped kicking—to distract from the rusted heap of haunted. One-by-one each vehicle in the lot was cataloged then crushed to make room for the mall expansion. All but that one, though not for lack of trying.
99 words. Fiction. Feedback is always appreciated. Comments of any kind really — so long as they are related to the post. What story comes to mind when you see that picture? Join in!
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