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Swept Away

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

They stepped out of the gift shop, her hand in his. The crowd on the sidewalk was packed nearly shoulder to shoulder and flowed like a lazy river.

Her hand slipped.

He stopped and turned, but she was gone-lost in a sea of people twice her height.

“Dahlia!” he shouted.

“Daddy!” she screamed from somewhere to his left.

“Don’t move!” he commanded and pushed his way through the crowd.

At the curb he stopped and scanned the street.

“Dahlia!” he shouted again.

She didn’t answer.

He panicked and pushed his way back toward the gift shop screaming for her.

Written for Friday Fictioneers.

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Movie of the Week: Dark Night of the Scarecrow (1981)

Moral of the story: don’t shoot a scarecrow, especially if it is only a chap pretending to be a scarecrow. You’ve been warned.


Movie of the Week: Ice Cream Man (1995)

This week’s movie is the old school fun of the gory Ice Cream Man. Awesome, right?


There’s Always Tomorrow

PHOTO PROMPT-Copyright-Melanie Greenwood

PHOTO PROMPT-Copyright-Melanie Greenwood

He sat on the bench across the street and watched. She met a friend for lunch, which seemed to be par for the course. For a few minutes he thought she’d be alone for the first time since he’d started watching her. Her friend was only running late. She had her usual-a Caesar salad. Her friend ordered a club sandwich. They talked and laughed while he dreamt of his future with her from the other side of the road.

Eventually, she would be by herself. He caressed the chloroform soaked rag in his pocket and smiled. There’s always tomorrow.

Written for Friday Fictioneers. I’m a bit surprised I didn’t go in more of a Halloween direction this week, but that isn’t where the prompt took me.


Movie of the Week: Halloween (1978)

In honor of Halloween, I present to you… Halloween (obviously):


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