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Winners and Losers

Friday Fictioneers – tell a complete story, based on a photo prompt, in 100 words or less.
Photo Prompt -  Madison woods

Photo Prompt – Madison woods

Puffs of dirt rose from the infield as the girls shuffled toward the bench.
“We are not out of this tournament.” The coach insisted. “Lift your heads and breathe in some pride. Everyone played a good game.”
The team captain took over and encouraged her teammates to leave that loss in the past.
A deafening noise rang from the bleachers. Everyone stared in disbelief. Blood covered the stands.
A woman’s scream pierced the air . “He shot my husband!”
Jim stood holding the gun, and quietly said, “He called my daughter a loser.”
Its been awhile since I’ve participated in the Friday Fictioneers. I’ve missed it. If you aren’t familiar with the Friday Fictioneers – do yourself a favor and visit Rochelle’s blog Addicted to Purple and see what it is all about.

The Spider and The Runner

The stickiness gripped his face. He pawed at it frantically, attempting to release himself from its entrapment.
“Damn, how did I not see that web?”
He picked the last strands from his face and restarted his run.
The clip of his pace returned to normal.
He exited the woods and followed the path across the field.
He had forgotten all about the hiccup in his morning run when suddenly he felt a sharp sting on his neck.
“Ouch!” He reached to swat his attacker.
As the spider shot to the ground she sighed, “Another unwanted relocation.”
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PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy
Friday Fictioneers – The photo is the prompt, write an entire story using 100 words or less is the challenge.

The Deadly Storm – Friday Fictioneers

The young mother sat in the darkness grasping her baby. She trembled with fear, she prayed and cried.
The mobile home pitched with the winds.
She watched helplessly as her belongings crashed around her.
Hours of continuous rain turned the driveway into a rushing river.
Hail pummeled the aluminum siding.
The tin roof on the back porch ripped from its 2×4 studs. It slapped against the windows, and sprayed shards of glass throughout the room.
The terror of her screams were muted by the claps of lightening.
The following morning, her body lay amongst the garbage downstream. The baby nearby.
 100word challenge
Friday Fictioneers…The photo is the prompt, write an entire story using 100 words or less is the challenge!

Maybe Tomorrow

Her arthritic fingers gripped the arm of the recliner. She slowly lifted herself out of the chair and toward the window.
Her heart beat just a bit faster with excitement.
Was that her son’s car she heard?
Oh how she hoped it was him.
Is it a blue Chrysler? No, its a red Ford.
She slumped back into the recliner.
She stared at the light reflecting through the window. The brightness was misleading, the temperatures were dropping. Frost formed on the window pain.
“I’m sure the roads are getting bad, maybe he will come tomorrow.”
Maybe Tomorrow, a result of the Friday Fictioneer’s photo prompt.
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Copyright Janet Webb