Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

A quote: “My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die!” ― William Goldman, The Princess Bride

I’ll start with a story …


Climbing the drive in 4-inch heels wasn’t easy. I resisted kicking them off as I was wearing my last pair of stockings. First payment was seeing El-Lay spread out at my feet, the sparkling lights giving lie to daytime grime.

“You look good, baby.” Payment 2.

I felt his breath on the back of my neck, his hand on my bare shoulder. I turned, lights at my back and looked up into the now startled face beneath the fedora.

“For my sister,” I breathed as I slipped the stiletto up under his sternum, angled to the heart. Payment 3.



Now, it’s your turn.
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  • Steffen Crist says:

    “…. it’s the same car, I’m sure of it! The same two guys who unloaded that crate at the docks.”
    Hanging up the phone, I wonder why the feds just don’t deal with this themselves.
    No cigarettes.
    Don’t say anything to anyone passing by.
    Stay in the shadows.
    Just waiting for something to happen.
    … just waiting …..

  • Brian Brandt says:

    This goon was like one of them wiseacre mugs on The Price Is Right who bids 358 right after I bid 357, but this ain’t no quiz show, and as he came through Door Number One he found out that 357 was the perfect answer.

  • How would things have unfolded had I listened for even a second? Doubt slows one’s reflexes.

    Three approached, front and either side. “Nazi!” “Fascist!” “Racist!” The sock in the third one’s hand wasn’t empty. With black bandanas and hoodies their sexes were indeterminate, but that might also have been so without them.

    “He’s our hero! Our father! Bastard! You’ll pay!” the right-hand one snarled. He.. she… it… reached for my shirt. I already held the pepper spray and let loose a stream, catching all three face-on.

    I love my Che shirt with the red slash over his face. Don’t touch.

    Getting this to 100 words was a real challenge!

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