Friday Fictioneers: Prey

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who provides us with a photo prompt. Each week’s challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the photo. Click here to play along.

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields


In the minutes before the blood spray coated the hats, he watched, silently. He could see her through the hat rack, talking, laughing. She was intensely unaware of him.

His heart pounded. His chest tightened. His breath thickened. Beads of sweat dripped down his face.

He dabbed his forehead, took a deep breath.

At that moment, everyone and everything disappeared. His focus was firmly fixed on her.

She was elegant, intoxicating, enchanting. So enchanting, in fact, that he didn’t notice the assassin creep up behind him, or hear the shot, or feel the bullet crack the back of his cranium.

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      1. I wasn’t talking about the one who was killed, I’m talking about whomever shot him. I’ll take your word for it on the deceased. He was acting like a stalker in my mind.

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      2. All right. That’s almost fair. To me, a stalker is one who follows someone home, goes through garbage, steals underwear… In my mind, he just saw her, and he’s trying to find the nerve and words to go talk to her. I played that up to heighten the misdirect.

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      3. OK, if he was just walking along, minding his own business, and randomly was stopped in his tracks by a gorgeous woman whom he planned on striking up a conversation with after pausing a moment to collect his thoughts, cool. In my mind, he was a stalker, ready to kill again, when Dexter intervened. Now you see how my mind works! Thanks for the explanation.

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    1. Four Cavalier King Charles Spaniels. I used to dogsit, so I have put up pics of Charlie with other types of dogs. That’s when she was an only dog.

      Yes, Thing is ridiculously adorable. Thank you. I was dead set against the fourth, but she won me over in about 24 hours. She’s curled up on my lap again. The other two girls can’t breed anymore, so the fourth was necessary to perpetuate my roommate’s breeding program.

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  1. If there’s one way to get me hooked on something, it’s to mention “blood spray” right at the start! I wonder if she was a deliberate distraction or just a stroke of luck for the assassin?

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