So here we are another week, another photo prompt and I’m trying out yet another genre. Enjoying participating in this fiction-fest. And amazingly this week did not write the novel, the sequel and the stage version only to have to cut, cut, cut, cut to 100 words, but actually weighed in at a cool 100 straight off. Amazingly satisfying experience!
Thanks again to Rochelle for her story, photo and for looking after us all. If I’ve got this right (which also amazes me) you can click on Rochelle’s name for a link to the whole fabulous fabrication of Friday fiction.
Lisa stood on the elegant veranda. She needed a moment to collect her thoughts.
The old lady had been agitated. Understandably so, losing her jewel collection like that, her heirlooms. But she had been briefly stricken when Lisa suggested she had a lead on the robbery already.
That was it! Lisa almost laughed out loud. The whole thing was a set-up. The jewels, the real ones, were safely stashed away somewhere; that or sold years ago.
But still that smell.
Lisa leant on the balustrade and the whole rotting structure leant with her.
M J Lewis © 2015
Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields