Sue was

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog link-up led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to PurpleThe 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.

The picture is worth a thousand words. Below are my one hundred.

Image © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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Sue was

3.
Sue was cooking dinner.
“You should close that window,” John said.
“I like the breeze,” she said.
“A rapist could climb in. Then what?”

Sue shut her eyes tight and faced the wall while John got his “release.”

2.
Sue was sweeping.
“You should close that window,” John said.
“I like the breeze.”
“A robber could climb in. Then what?”

Sue wept on the bare floor after John’s “creditors” took her things.

1.
Sue was folding laundry.
“You should close that window,” she said.
“I like the breeze,” John said.
“A murderer could climb in. What then?”

But he was already inside.

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100 words. Nonfictional Fiction. Feedback is always appreciated. Click below to read other creative contributions to this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.

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36 thoughts on “Sue was

    • She did need to escape sooner, though it’s not always easy to recognize evil when it’s so close and personal. Glad you liked the format. Thank you!

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  1. Ooooh smart one.. Im originally from Surinam and I remember there was a time we had no bars infront of the windows. Now every house has bars. Its like being a prisoner. I think in a way you have to have your mental window open too. You might risk murdering your brain but being free is still the best option.

    Heres hoping the murderer had tea with them 🙂

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    • It is sad to see bars on windows in so many places where they never were before. But so often it’s not the outside threats that pose the most dangers, but the ones inside our own homes that we don’t recognize until it’s too late.
      I intended that John is the murderer, like he’s the rapist and robber. 🙂

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      • Ah I did not read that into it!! I think that is what all of us women do. (I like your story even more now) Thinking the outside is more scary while there could be a monster under our noses. I had a sweet but rather chauvinistic donkey to deal with the past year. I actually saw all the signs but the idea of the fantasy of his potential made me rather blind. “maybe..if I.. one day”. Now.. I did leave him with a little taste of his own medicine. It’s not right but hey.. in love and revenge woman is more barbarous than man. 😉

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        • It’s hard when you’re inside to see what’s right in front of you. I think this is common, it’s just hard to admit because once you’re out you can see so clearly what was so fuzzy up close.
          Giving him some of his own medicine was probably rightfully deserved. 🙂

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