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The Elevator

His hand thrust through the elevator doors, causing the cabin to jolt.

“Sorry. I didn’t see you. What floor?”

He glanced over her shoulder at the flashing “42”. “That’s the one.”

She knew everyone on 42. She didn’t know him.

At floor 23, he pressed the STOP button.

She never saw 42.

~kat

52 words exactly for Sacha’s 52 Weeks 52 Words Challenge. Prompt this week:  write 52 words of a character that is utterly terrified.


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Survivor’s Reception

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Photo by Al Forbes

Danielle gazed at the overgrown green mounds where she and her family had lived in until it was safe. She had vowed never to return, but relented when she heard that so many others would be at the reception.

Before that day no one would have believed that their sleepy little town mattered to international terrorists. Greenvale was a farming community. Most people worked simple jobs, shopped at the Piggly Wiggly and spent Friday evenings at the Dairy Queen after high school ballgames. They didn’t even have their own airport or bus station. To access these amenities they had to drive two hours to the city. And yet, they were ground zero for the first chemical attack on US soil.

Each surviving family had received official invitations with promises of funding for those who wished to rebuild and resettle in Greenvale. The old high school gym was full of chatter, laughter and memories of those that were lost. Danielle reconnected with several school chums and neighbors. When it was time for the program to begin, everyone was asked to take a seat.

As the room grew silent, several armed soldiers entered the building, bolting the doors from the inside.

kat ~ 8 June 2016
(198 Words)

A Story for Sunday’s Photo Fiction Challenge based on the photo by Al Forbes above.


Stairway to Freedom

PHOTO PROMPT © Amy Reese

The effects of the drug were wearing off.

“Think Angela! That disgusting man will be back soon.”

She scanned the room. There was a filthy cot and there…on the wall, a metal framed photo. Metal!

Angela broke off part of frame and furiously chipped away pieces of the window frame.

Footsteps!

They were getting louder. Her heart was racing as she worked faster, fingers bleeding, when the door behind her crashed open.

“Are you okay ma’am?”

Angela turned in terror and collapsed into the arms of the detective.

kat ~ 14 January 2016
(91 Words / Genre: Suspense)

A flash fiction story for Friday Fictioneers weekly challenge based on the photo above provided by Amy Reese. Thanks to Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields for hosting. Read other stories or enter your own by clicking HERE.

 


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