Saturday, January 13, 2018

Crime in 99

Prompt – Story involving Wet Ink literally or figuratively

Crime in 99

Outwardly, Harold was a picture of calm as the cop pressed his hand into the ink saturated blotter.

Sgt. Pine handed Harold a towel.  “Confirmation prints, Mr. Jenkins.”

“Confirmation prints?” Harold stopped wiping his hands. His stomach knotted. 

"You mean elimination prints, yes?" Harold felt his blood begin to rush.

“No sir. ... Confirmation ……. You said you saw the victim through the window and never went inside, right?”

“Uh, Yes,…that’s right.”

“Well, we found a print with a nick running through it.    We think the perp cut himself recently.”  The Cop’s eyes sparkled.


Harold slowly turned over his hand.
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This one came relatively easy this time.  Might have been the prompt.  But I do enjoy the fact it fell in place so well.

Thursday, January 11, 2018

Prosperity

100 words or less
Prompt – clot, feather, third

Prosperity – 99 words

His first two rides before the grand opening of Manhattan’s new subway had been gentile affairs.  Proper ladies in feather festooned hats drinking tea and eating delicate biscuits in one car, while gentlemen in tails smoked fat cigars in another. Henry was sure the future belonged to steel.  Steel would bring prosperity to those with vision and a better life for all. 


That was six months ago.  Today, on his third ride with paying customers, Henry decided that if being crammed in with this sweltering clot of humanity was prosperity, he was not interested.  Then someone stole his wallet.
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Not sure why I have struggled so much this week with my flash.  From past experience though, I know I should keep on keepin on.  Frustration is not a reason to quit.  Pure laziness is, but not frustration.

Later ............................................

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Ray, Arizona



Carrot Ranch Challenge – 1/4/18
99 words exactly – Prompt – Copper Country

Ray, Arizona

Atop Teapot Mesa, a Great Spirit cast sad eyes over the mile deep mine below.  He had witnessed mountains grow tall and rivers gouge deep.  He had never seen creatures as destructive as these puny humans busy carving out the base of his home.  Did they not understand they were only hastening their own destruction? 

Great Spirit shrugged.  He was but a witness tasked with remembering all that he saw and reporting back to Her.  He was her eyes.  It would be up to Her how to handle these ingrates and the overwhelming insults they heap onto her back.
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This was a tougher prompt than I thought it would be.  Started at least 5 different takes.  This is what I ended up with.

Later ............................
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