Friday Fictioneers: 100-words Story Challenge – I Believe I Can Fly

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“I think I have never really had time to notice the beauty, ” she thought, looking up, “but now…finally I can. Properly. That architect must have been insane – in a beautiful way, of course. Just like me. That’ s what they all said and wanted me to believe at least. “Different” was the word they used politely but I heard also “Cuckoo” and “Mad cow” whispered behind my back. What is so wrong with being different? Why mad? Because I always thought I could fly?! But I was right, wasn’t I?”

The pool of blood kept drawing surreal shapes around her head, on the street…

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Friday Fictioneers: 100-words Story Challenge – The Fence

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Everything was up to me now.
“You’ll know which one it is when you lay eyes on it.” He’d said urgently, “we had to bury them somewhere quickly that was recently dug.”
The conversation was cut: ”The caller you are trying to reach…”
I had to do it today or it might be too late. The heist had gone well, but they were still in hiding.
Biting my nails, I scanned the house ads in the dusty window…one, another…until YES! I couldn’t stop smiling…he knew how much I hated those clinically white fences…
“Could you prepare the sales documents?”
“Now ma’am?”
“Now! Immediately!”

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Friday Fictioneers – 100 word stories

Friday Fictioneers: 100-words Story Challenge – You Can Leave Your Hat On

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“Haven’ t I left my wallet here?”
I turned around thinking: “Couldn’ t you really come up with a better pick-up line for a TAX-FREE shop girl?!” but he did look confused. AND handsome. “Mmm, the uniform…”
“Black leather…with a zipper in front…”
I started looking all over the cash register and could already feel those images slowly forming in my mind – a cup of coffee followed by a hotel room and me in the bed with just his pilot hat on all ready to…
“Hello? You did?! You’ re a star, babe!” He put his mobile in the pocket, winked and was gone.

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Friday Fictioneers – 100 word stories

Friday Fictioneers: 100-words Story Challenge

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“No…You can’ t do this!”
She was not herself anymore. His gentle model, his muse with that shy smile had burst in rage.
“How could you…it’ s your face, YOURS! After putting up with your model’s “accidental” touches behind me…and now THIS!”
He thought she would be happy. He thought she would finally see…
“You can’ t bring it there tomorrow!”
“But it’ s my central piece…” he started, hoping she would understand…
“NO!”
Her eyes, always so warm, were like ice picks, relentless.
“But why…”
“Curator of your exhibition – my husband! How for goodness sake will I explain THIS?!”

Friday Fictioneers – 100 word stories