Every Friday authors from around the world gather around the virtual fireside of fellow WordPress blogger Rochelle Wisoff to share flash fiction stories, of any genre, of 100 words and exchange constructive criticism. The only other link between the stories, aside from the word limit, is that they’re inspired by a photograph, which changes every week. You don’t have to write a story to comment. Readers’ comments are also welcome.
This week’s photo has been provided by Anelephantcant
“Drunk again? If I’d a woman like Nancy, Bill, I’d hammer her”.
It was old Fagin, last straggler from the village pub. Nancy’s arm began to slide from around Bill’s neck. He grabbed it back.
What genius, to have wheeled the bitch’s corpse through the closing time crowd! She was regularly pissed. It looked like he was wheeling her drunken carcass home as usual.
Next day, he took the bike to town, left it easily pinchable, walked away.
The violent nudge was the bike, wheeling itself. It bullied him back to Nancy’s corpse, bloody red tyre tracks marking the route.
(c) Ann Isik 2013