Murder’s Lot

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! 

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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.

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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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