Flash Fiction #73

Gutter

PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr

NEFARIOUS NEGATION

He surreptitiously followed her as she tottered out of the bar into the dark.  The cheap booze and clunky heels made her bodycheck a couple of buildings before stumbling left onto East 48th Street

He mustn’t lose this one.  She’d be SO enjoyable!  As he quickly sidled toward the corner, he could hear/feel a vibration – a deep hum.  A bright, blue-white light bathed the intersection.

When both had died away, he cautiously poked his head around the corner, to see only an empty street – no, there, in the gutter.  Now where had that drunk bitch gone with only one shoe?

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Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.

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I extend a wish for a happy and joyous Thanksgiving to all my American readers.  Enjoy, but watch out for DUIs and too much turkey.  After the fuss raised about Starbucks’ ‘War On Christmas’, which is really Commercial, not Christian, I was pleased to see last evening, TV ads for three large store chains who are staying closed for Thanksgiving day.

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29 thoughts on “Flash Fiction #73

  1. Sightsnbytes says:

    your writing is beginning to evolve….I like it! Maybe one day you will be as dark as I am…

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  2. Archon's Den says:

    I left the options open. She might have been ‘saved by an Angel’, or fairies or elves, or even her boyfriend in a high-stepper pickup with a huge light-bar….OR she may have been abducted by aliens, and didn’t escape the anal probing after all. 😯

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  3. Dale says:

    Good one! Just the right amount of dark… guess he’ll have to find himself another victim!

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  4. Melanie says:

    And he lost her anyway. Probably for the better (for her, at least).

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  5. I enjoyed this. At first it seems as if the speaker is the “bad guy” and perhaps he is, but the ending leaves it open for the female to be a potential villain (e.g. an alien on a spy mission).

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  6. Dear Archon,

    I don’t think his pleasure had anything to do with hers. Glad she got away. Good one.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  7. Sometimes I wonder if alien abductions are any worse than the normal city stalker.

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  8. BrainRants says:

    I like your increasing edginess, Archon. Nice work, my friend.

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  9. Susan says:

    I thought she was picked up by police and it saved her life. I like how you left it just vague enough for us to draw our own conclusions. 🙂

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  10. Jenn says:

    I think she was an undercover FBI agent, hired to lure this guy out! When he turns around she’ll be there waiting to knock him on his butt!

    Good story!

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  11. Saved by the light, works for me. Happy Thanksgiving to you.
    Tracey

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  12. I wonder if she knew where she went? I’m just glad she got away!

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  13. rogershipp says:

    This one got away… at least from one of the abductors?

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  14. David Clark says:

    Nice work. I personally saw it as an interesting re-imagining of Cinderella, or at least the very end of her night. Lady stumbles off, loses shoe somehow, disappears round a corner and out of sight, turns back into her normal guise, leaving her lecherous Prince pursuer in the dark.

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    • Archon's Den says:

      That’s the fun with these. With only 100 words, there’s often such a dearth of details that it’s like a DIY story. The ending can be anything you want.
      Personally, I missed the Cinderella option, and went with something a little more serious.
      Thanx for stopping by and commenting. 🙂

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