Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
My travels are over for now, so I intend to visit most of your stories this week.
I took this photo in Nice, Côte d’Azur, not too long ago.
It is what I saw, not staged in any way.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture, below.
Copyright C. E. Ayr
The Shoe
Stupid woman.
She is young, barely in her twenties, I’d say.
And very pretty.
Far too pretty to be walking in a place like this by herself.
It is late, the streets are deserted.
I throw her into the van.
She screams, pounds the sides.
I don’t care, it is soundproof.
We reach my garage in minutes.
The shutters rumble down.
I click on the lights, open the doors.
She hurls a shoe, attacks me.
I break her neck, drop her on the floor.
Then I pick up the shoe.
Caress it.
Smell it.
This is what it’s all about.
