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Crushed

Hi! Here’s my sixth attempt at writing a 100 word flash fiction for FF, in response to the photo prompt chosen by our lovely and talented hostess Rochelle 🙂 For anyone who wants to join in, FF is a fun challenge and the community is very encouraging, so feel free to participate! 

Thank you, Sandra, for this really interesting photo loved writing on it! 😀

Copyright -Sandra Crook

Copyright -Sandra Crook

Here are my 95 words 🙂

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CRUSHED

“Xavier, did you run the tractor today?”

“Ayuh, Ma, I did. Ain’t Pa gonna be pleased?”

“Darn right he will be if you’s remembered to separate the heads beforehand. Your Pa, he hates it when the brains spill out and muck up the field.”

“Ayuh, I remembered, don’ worry. I even removed the intestines.”

“Your Pa will be proud, Xavier!”

“Ain’t that Bessie, Ma? Looks like Pa’s back, with them new prospectors. I wonder what they’ll do when they realize we conned them!”

“Oh they’ll be crushed, son!”

Xavier and his mother laughed together.

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The Murder

Hi! So my fifth attempt at writing for FF. Every week. our gracious hostess Rochelle chooses a picture prompt, based on which we are to write a flash fiction of approximately 100 words, give or take a few. Its a fun challenge, and the community is full of nurturing and talented writers, so come join in at http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/  🙂

Thanks a ton David for this inspiring picture 😀

Copyright - David Stewart

Copyright – David Stewart

Here are my 99 words 🙂

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THE MURDER

 

The town’s social activist Annabelle Grace had been murdered in a gruesome fashion. She had been struck repeatedly on the head with the brass bell that had hung over the porch.

The police had found her seven year old daughter Isadora in a state of trauma. It was uncertain whether she would recover enough to speak about the murder.

To Isadora, it was all very simple. She loved candy but Mother scolded her everyday and kept the candy away.

The solution?

Silence Mother.

A smile crept into Isadora’s angelic features. Now she could have all the candy she wanted.

 

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