THE COLLABORATOR

How ironic that he should use this car in order to blend in to the street life of Haifa.

When Elias had been a boy the sight of a Volkswagen would have turned heads. Not anymore.

The man crossed the street in front of the car. Elias glanced at the photograph to be sure. It was him. Thirty years older but there was no doubt.

Elias gunned the engine. The man turned. Realisation spread over his face. His past had finally caught up with him.

How apt that he should be killed by a German car, Elias thought as he floored the accelerator.


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Copyright Kent Bonham

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

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FAMILY HOLIDAY

The cars started rolling slowly to embark the ferry. They had been waiting for an hour watching the rain drum down.

Jessica rolled her eyes as Dad launched into another rendition of ‘Summer Holiday.’

Mum had got out the car and walked aboard. Her parents still weren’t talking after the argument over directions. Her brother sat staring at a video on his phone.

Two weeks camping in rainy Normandy again this year. Her best friend, Lucille, was flying to Disneyland tomorrow.

Next year she would be old enough to go away with her friends. She would miss her family holidays.


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Copyright Ted Strutz

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

THE GIRL ON THE OLD TRAM

Modern, sleek cars had been rolled out along the route.  At the time Jonathan travelled every morning an ancient tram still clanked and rattled along.

Accompanying him each day were the unchanging faces that shared this journey. The familiar smile and muttered greeting part of their set routine.

She appeared one grey morning. A ray of light piercing the everyday gloom. She sat opposite him. For the first few days he couldn’t making eye contact.

After a fortnight they established a nodded ‘hello’ when she took her seat.

Now Jonathan began to dream. Should he speak to her? What should he say? Was there a future for them? He resolved to talk to her the following Monday.

When she got on the tram that morning she was talking to Richard. Richard was another regular on the old tram. Richard boarded at the same stop as her.

She nodded to Jonathan as usual, then spent the rest of the journey chatting to Richard.

The next day Jonathan got an earlier tram. It was modern and sleek.


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Copyright Yinglan

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

THE MAN IN THE FOREST

Boris sat in the burnt out car, turning the steering wheel as he screeched round the corners, chased by the polizei.

In the forest outside the town of Riedenberg, Boris had stumbled upon the old car. It had been there for decades, plants and grass had surrounded it.

He picked up the revolver he had found in the glovebox. The trigger was jammed. He shouted ‘bang’ as he pretended to fire the gun at the pursuers behind him.

When he turned round an old man stood staring at him. Boris froze.

The man approached him and dragged him out the car.

‘Give me the gun,’ he demanded. Boris handed it over. ‘You shouldn’t be here.’

‘Sorry sir,’ Boris apologised.

‘There must be no witnesses.’ The old man raised the gun. On his shirt Boris saw the swastika. ‘We must wait for the führer to rise again.’

The old man shouted ‘bang.’ Boris turned and ran.

Behind him he heard the deranged howls. He kept going until he could hear them no more.


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© Tim Livingston / The ForesterArtist

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

IMPENDING

‘And now at twenty-nine minutes past eight, a summary of the headlines with Zeb Soanes. You’re listening to the Today programme on BBC Radio Four.’

Harry snapped the car radio off. He’d already heard the morning headlines twice. More protestations of doom for the National Health Service. Someone moaning about exiting the European Union and the state it would leave the country in. More child sexual abuse uncovered. Somewhere in America another mass shooting. They could have been reading out headlines from two years ago and no-one would have noticed. President Trump hadn’t even said anything ignorant or unintentionally funny to lighten up the oppressive nature of the grey autumn day.

Eight-thirty. That meant he’d been sitting in his car for over an hour, and he’d travelled about ten miles. Who at the council had decided to close two lanes on the main route into the city on a Monday morning? The car in front edged forward another metre before its brake lights lit up again. Harry didn’t even bother closing the gap. It had to be this morning of course, when he actually had a reason to get to work early.

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