Friday Fictioneers: Ten Years

This post is my entry into Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers Challenge. This challenge gives you a picture prompt and asks you to write a complete story in 100 words. This week’s picture was provided by Jan Wayne Fields.


Ten Years

I died in this room, ten years ago today. They’ve barely used it since. My family was broken like crockery.

Mother looks old, all vitality lost; Father drowns himself in drink. He’s back in his study again, staring at the phone. Maybe this time he’ll make the call. And Georgia… she’s now seventeen. She revels in her influence over them – has since the day she drove the carving knife into my flesh.

Everyone was told I’d left home. No one questioned it. They buried my body beneath the courtyard.

The sound of sirens is drawing nearer. He made the call.

Word Count: 100

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27 Comments on “Friday Fictioneers: Ten Years

    • They do indeed. Those skeletons in the closet will always be released eventually! Thanks for commenting.


    • Yeah, I enjoyed it anyway! It’s not something I usually write so I found it good fun. 🙂


  1. Very cool! I like how you were able to communicate anguish, despair and insanity all in 100 words. You are very talented!

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    • Thank you! It was originally a lot more than 100 words – I spent most of this afternoon cutting it down! 😀


  2. Oh my gosh! This is wonderful. Had to read it let the creepiness set in. Awesome.


    • Thank you! I’m glad you liked it. 🙂 I actually wasn’t sure whether to keep the telephone call or not. Before I cut the words down I had the ghost wondering whether the sirens were approaching because his father had finally made the call. I found all that hard to say in only a few words!


  3. Wow, I love the way this unfolded! Sounds like justice is finally about to be done.


  4. You left me wanting to know more.


    • I’m afraid you’ll have to decide what happens next yourself! I originally left the ending even more ambiguous – he heard the sound of sirens and wondered whether his father had made the call… I had to shorten it to stay within the 100 word limit!

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  5. Dear Fairymind,

    Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. It’s only fair to warn you that this is a highly addictive activity. 😉
    Young Georgia sounds like the proverbial bad seed. Well done.



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    • Thank you for your kind welcome. 🙂 I may have only discovered it two weeks ago but I’ve already realised just how addictive flash fiction can be. I’m well and truly hooked! 😀

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