Round and Round in Circles - 100 word story

This week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt made me decide to tell you a story about someone who is physically and mentally going around in circles.

PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr

Round and Round in Circles

Another day, another week. He trailed in circles from embassy to police station. Empty promises. Empty platitudes. Yet, childlike, he grasped at their assurances.

Searching for clues, he picked his way along ripped pavements. A street-food stall emitted enticing aromas strong enough to mask the pungent drains. A beggar whimpered, as limp with defeat as he.

And every night he stifled beneath a mosquito net, listening to the scuff-scuff of a rusty fan.

Bewildered, he asked again and again: how can someone vanish so completely?

Trapped by despair he waited for the city to yield the secret of her disappearance.

I hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to your comments. 

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FISTICUFFS - 100 word story

It took me a little while to come up with a story for this week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. I finally got there after a couple of false starts.

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

FISTICUFFS

Stephanie scowled as the coffin was lowered.

Afterwards she and her cousins agreed that their Great Aunt wouldn't be mourned.

'She hated Stephanie the most,' said one spitefully.

'At least our fights were honest. I didn't suck up to her like you lot.'

'You won't see a penny,' said another.

'Who cares? I'll have my integrity.'

The cousins laughed until they saw the will. The old battleaxe had left everything to an astounded Stephanie.

'That'll teach them,' chuckled Stephanie.

She went to the lock-up to claim her inheritance. Her aunt had bequeathed her a flat pack Punch and Judy show.

I hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to your comments. 

If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories, you can find them listed HERE

If you'd like to join in the challenge, you'll find all the information posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 

- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page.

On a final note - I always attempt to visit the blogs of everyone who comments on mine. If I haven't commented on yours it's either because I haven't been redirected to your blog when I've clicked on your name or because you have a wordpress account that requires me to sign into wordpress first. 

Please check and amend your settings. Thanks.