The First Clue

Read the last chapter or start from the beginning.

Good friends are great for pointing out flaws we try to justify. Ione was definitely a great friend. Over our cups of tea we reminisced about the good old days.

“Remember that private charter boat we won? That’s when I knew Dempsey wasn’t the kind of father he said he’d be.” She told me.

“I remember. Brogan was only a couple months old.”

“He loved that boat, though. Nothing like being on the water to put a baby to sleep.”

The feeling of my baby boy asleep in my arms brought tears to my eyes. “Then I gave Brogan to Dempsey so I could pee.” The image of my return and seeing Dempsey dangling my baby boy by his ankle over the water made me sob uncontrollably.


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This is a continuation of an experiment. Each week there is a 100 word short story photo prompt challenge posed by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. My challenge to myself is to connect these photos into one seamless story. Click the blue frog to read other stories inspired by this photo.

The Man in the Black Sedan

 

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Photo Prompt © Kent Bonham

Read Chapter 14 or start from the beginning.

Chapter 15

“Where’s Brogan?” he shouted.

“Gone. Far from here, now, I imagine!” He smacked me. It burned but I refused to cry. “Please untie me.”

“No. I’ve been following you all over this backwoods island. Dempsey doesn’t want you dead, just quiet. He needs to know you won’t go talking.” He smacked my face again.

“I promise!”

“Not good enough!”

“Get your hands off me, pig!” But I couldn’t move.

Suddenly, a gunshot echoed through the woods and off the wall of this abandoned bark mill. The man from the black sedan jerk his head around. He grabbed the book and started running. Through the woods came the three young men who brought me here, one with a rifle.


Read chapter 16

This is a continuation of an experiment. Each week there is a 100 word short story photo prompt challenge posed by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. My challenge to myself is to connect these photos into one seamless story. Click the blue frog to read other stories inspired by this photo.

Dead Threat

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Get caught up with chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 78

Chapter 9

I could hear Brogan in living room. Finally, a minute to drink my coffee in peace. Then BANG! I heard him slam the truck on the floor, then silence. Then BANG! again this time followed by an angry cry. Melt down. Through his tears he told me his truck needed new batteries. The dumper wasn’t dumping. While I rummaged for fresh batteries, there was a knock at the door. Brogan rushed to answer it. He returned with a small box post marked from New York City. Much to my surprise it contained a jar full of batteries. I put four of them in the truck. Nothing happened. I tried four more and again nothing.

They were all dead.


Read chapter 10

This is a continuation of an experiment. It’s hard to believe this is the 9th week! Each week there is a 100 word short story photo prompt challenge posed by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. My challenge to myself is to connect these photos into one seamless story. Click the blue frog to read other stories inspired by this photo.

The Getaway House

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PHOTO PROMPT © The Reclining Gentleman

Read chapters 1-5 (they lead back to here)

Chapter 6

Brogan, I knew, was traumatized. What 3 year old wouldn’t have been. A father who didn’t want to be. Didn’t know how to be. Was never going to be. When I finally made it back from Denver, I found Brogan locked in his room. Turns out he was locked in there for the three days I was gone. The dry oatmeal bowls and empty sippy cups weren’t the only signs of waste in his room.

So we fled. Upon arriving at our getaway house in Nova Scotia, the daffodils and tulips told me this was going to be our fresh start.


Read chapter 7

This is a continuation of an experiment. Each week there is a 100 word short story photo prompt challenge posed by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. My challenge to myself is to connect these photos into one seamless story. Click the blue frog to read other stories inspired by this photo.

Locked In

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PHOTO PROMPT©Erin Leary

Read Chapters 1-4 (they’re all 100 word stories)

Chapter 5

Dempsey hated the water. “Nova Scotia water’s too cold” he would complain. But I knew as soon as I saw this house on our trip to Kejimkujik National Park I had to have it. It only cost a couples day’s pay, no skin off his back. Bonus? Brogan and I could leave for a week, unencumbered. In the summer, the lake was full of life and sound. Come winter, the ice flows locked everything in.

Much like Dempsey had done to Brogan for those three days. He was shivering as if he were out in the cold, Canadian wind. His room reeked of piss and shit.


Read chapter 6

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The Kidnap

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Read Chapter 1 (links can be found to chapters 2,3, and 4 from there)

Chapter 4

We lived a life of luxury. I was a SAHM and loved it. Dempsey had never been alone with our toddler before. He worked. A lot.

Brogan ran to the house and the second we saw my husband the kidnapper made sure we drove off. Fast. The gun was constantly pointed at me. Loaded? The asshole shot my cell phone.

We split the driving and two days later we were in Denver where he split. I spent the night locked up in a hotel room. I slept, but just barely.

I drove 26 hours straight to get home. Chateau de Sable was quiet on the outside. Upon entering, however, I wished I had taken Brogan with me.


Read chapter 5. To those who were looking forward to this chapter, I apologize for it being a day late. I’ll blame the kids this time.

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Home

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PHOTO PROMPT © Amy Reese

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Chapter 2

This poor neglected house. We’ve been gone for 8 long years and this house has slept a dark and silent slumber long enough. Brogan clambers up the cracked concrete stairs. I know when I wake this house, I will also wake the memories that come with it.

The maple tree still stands strong. I pray the house is as strong as the tree.

A few vines threaten to take over. Otherwise, the house looks good. It certainly isn’t the manor we just fled. I’m okay with that. This will be cozy. Down to Earth. Familiar.  The windows are all intact. The roof is still on top. My key is still on my key ring even after all these years.

He hates it here so I know I’m safe here.


Read chapter 3

This is a new experiment for me. Each week there is a 100 word short story photo prompt challenge posed by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. My challenge to myself is to connect these photos into one seamless story. Click the blue frog to read other stories inspired by this photo.

Touchdown

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PHOTO PROMPT © Melanie Greenwood

 

Chapter 1

I was furious and there was no way I was letting him out of this now.

“You’re right. You make more in a week than I will in a lifetime. You may have more power in this city than one man deserves. But I now know which closet you hide your demons. Unless you want me calling NBC and The New York Times, then you will send me home to Nova Scotia in your personal jet.”

“You can’t!” he nearly shouted. I could see panic in his eyes. He knew I would.

“I’m taking the baby with me.” Technically he is a toddler, but we’re not splitting hairs.

Three days later, the two of us were in Nova Scotia.


Read Chapter two.

This will be a new experiment for me. Each week there is a 100 word short story photo prompt challenge posed by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. My challenge to myself is to connect these photos into one seamless story.

This first story leaves much to mystery. Not even I know where this is going because I don’t know what photos will be posted for the challenge. Should be fun!

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Ella’s Cinders (in 2 parts)

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PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr

 The only things I know for sure are her name is Ella and we danced for hours t at Avalon Hollywood. Suddenly, somewhere around midnight, she ran out and jumped on the bus. Her Coach wasn’t pulled by 6 white horses, but with the power of 320. All that remains are the memories and her lost shoe. Now I search the city for this beautiful woman; the foot that fits this shoe. For in the matter of a couple hours, she stole my heart.


I don’t who that man was, but my God he was gorgeous. He asked me to dance so we danced. For hours. It was exhilarating! It was the emergency call from my godmother that ended my bliss so suddenly. Unfortunately, I lost a shoe when getting on the bus. Perhaps I’ll find it later. They do remind me of the night my nasty step-sister’s house burnt to cinders.


This is a story in 100 words for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle-Wisoff-Fields based on the photo above. Click the blue frog to read more stories inspired by this photo!

A Love That Binds

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PHOTO PROMPT – © J Hardy Carroll

… “ashes to ashes, we all fall down.” The two sisters giggled as they hit the ground.

“Want to go home to play?”
I wish I could.
“Want to play tag, again?”
I just want to sit here and talk.
“Mama and papa miss you, you know.”
I know. I want to go see them but I’m afraid to.
“Because of what happened?”
Yeah. 
“You shouldn’t have left us like that.”
He was bomb. No one saw it coming.
“I know. I wish I had a gun so I could shoot them back.”
Never speak like that, again, little sister. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.


*These spectral sisters are my tribute to France. May all those involved find peace. May the world one day be rid of all this hatred.

This is a story in 100 words for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle-Wisoff-Fields based on the photo above. Click the blue frog to read more stories inspired by this photo!

French Peace