The apartment block was an Edwardian house set in the centre of a row of rundown properties that were once well-to-do dwellings for the upper middle classes. We rented a two-roomed furnished apartment on the second floor. The wallpaper featured male peacocks with their tails in full courting display. A mud-coloured threadbare worn carpet graced the floor. Our bed was a double sized mattress on the floor with four grubby pillows and a heap of assorted coats and blankets for warmth. There were a couple of battered wooden dining chairs with clothes piled on them to take the place of a non-existent wardrobe.
We had neighbours, Sarah and Josh on the same landing, who also rented a couple of rooms. When I say that we had neighbours; that was before the explosion that sadly took their lives. Apparently it was a case of the huge number of electronic devices connected to an illegal supply of electricity. The fire was caused by a short circuited electrical device that blew up. Fortunately it was a minor local explosion.
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge.
Hosted by Priceless Joy.
The goal is to write a story between 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Etol Bagam.
by John Yeo
Breathlessly and excitedly I arrived home clutching the white envelope as tightly as possible.
“Margaret! I got the tickets. I had to wait in a mile long queue for about an hour! We are going to see them live on stage. A first night performance of the musical evening, featuring the talents of our favourite, Andre Rieu.”
“Oh! Fantastic! That is brilliant, Well done John! I have nothing to wear. We will have to go shopping this morning, I will need a very special outfit for this. Thank you so much darling.”
“I have ordered our car for 5pm, that will give us time for a cocktail before the performance begins.”
A few hours later, dressed in our finery we arrive at the concert hall and take our seats and indulge in the unique spectacle and colourful backdrop with the sound of a superb musical extravaganza.
Suddenly there is a huge explosion followed by a stunned silence, before the screams of the injured and the dying ring out. Then sirens and a hubbub of chaos.
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I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 05/10/2015, which is a challenge that provides a photo prompt and the opening sentence to your story. The rules indicate that the story you come up with must be between 100-150 words, not including the given opening sentence.
“Few knew about the castle hidden inside the island.” When this Island, complete with the built in fortress came on the market, few people were in the know. The sale was made discreetly and the well-respected estate agent was sworn to secrecy. Lawyers handled the sale and they did extraordinarily well out of the deal. It was a terrible shock to everyone to learn that this high level of security had been breached and the island was no longer habitable due to several well-placed explosive devices. Marg had supervised the raid. Delphine had piloted a hired aircraft and they were on the way back to the Brigadier’s, Mysterious Island. Luigi was on his Brazilian estate when the news reached him of the destruction of his new purchase in the North. He ordered an immediate investigation. A squad of well trained operatives were instantly despatched to interview everyone who had been involved in the purchase. Then poor Marg……
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I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 07/09/2015, which is a challenge that provides a photo prompt and the opening sentence to your story. The rules indicate that the story you come up with must be between 100-150 words, not including the given opening sentence.
“As her mount shifted uneasily under her, she grasped the brim of her old felt Stetson, gazed upwards and remembered Jean Pierre.”
Lucienne missed Jean Pierre, he had been fun when she visited Paris. She mourned the day he had left for Brazil, recruited by a mysterious organisation, Jean Pierre seduced with a large sum of money had promised to return and marry her when the work was finished. Jean Pierre had served for three years in the rough tough French Foreign Legion, then recruited by the Brigadier’s organisation when he was discharged. Assigned to Marg’s team, he was present when the booby-trapped door exploded, he was thrown backwards by the force of the explosion and lying prone, blood gushing from a wound. Marg called for medical help as Don Fernando and and his team emptied the contents of the strongroom while the Little Bird helicopter lifted the badly injured Jean Pierre to safety. The hidden cache of cash and precious metals was removed as a huge blast finally destroyed the complex.
To be continued.
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I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 23/03/2015, which is a challenge that provides a photo prompt and the opening sentence to your story. The rules indicate that the story you come up with must be between 100-150 words.
A raging torrent hit the assault craft, Colonel Tom pushed the button on his radio phone and called for help. Things had moved fast since the casino raid and two teams were on a mission to rescue Bella, who had miraculously survived the carnage after Dr Dickus escaped. A ransom message had been found written in blood on the wall of the warehouse. Colonel Tom and Marg’s team were aboard an assault craft heading for a secluded river island. The water becoming rougher became a raging torrent. Perhaps it was fate mused Marg as she stared death in the face, pictures of her life flooded through her mind. The Brigadiers team raced to the rescue, to their horror they came upon the craft upside down, caught up in a floating tree. There was no sign of Colonel Tom, Marg or the team. Then the Brigadiers cell phone sounded……………
85 year old neighbour Walter was killed last week in a gas explosion. Walter was set in his ways a loner who had no time for anyone except his cat “Smokey”. Walter was hard of hearing and very reclusive, he always had his windows and the doors firmly shut against the world. There was a major incident in the area, vans with loud-speakers attached combed the streets urging, requesting, then ordering everyone to EVACUATE! Then, the huge explosion that ripped through three houses, flattening everything. It was not until three days later that the world noticed the disappearance of Walter. “Smokey” survived.