Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #18

FFFCWelcome to “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.” Each week I will be posting a photo I grab off the internet and challenge bloggers to write a relatively short flash fiction piece inspired by the photo. While there are no definitive style or word limits, I suggest trying to keep your posts to under 300 words.

I want to sincerely thank everyone who has participated in these challenges so far. Your posts have been very creative. I hope this week’s image will also generate some great posts as well.

So now it’s time for my eighteenth weekly Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge. The image below is from Nik MacMillan@unsplash.com.E039E20B-1225-47A1-ACA2-3F302E74CEFAIf this picture inspires you and you wish to participate, please write your post, use the tag #FFFC, and link back to this post.

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Please take a few minutes to read some of the other responses to this photo challenge. And most important, have fun.

17 thoughts on “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #18

  1. cagedunn June 17, 2019 / 3:13 am

    Isn’t this the one from last week? Sorry, I could be wrong, it just seems familiar

    Liked by 1 person

    • Fandango June 17, 2019 / 6:39 am

      Nope. Last week it was the girl in bed looking out over the harbor from high glass windows.

      Liked by 2 people

  2. David Lunn Milburn June 19, 2019 / 11:47 am

    Fandango’s Flash Fiction #18 June 17, 2019

    By: David Lunn Milburn @DavisLunnThe3rd

    It had been months since I stood in the Medical Examiner’s office as she gave me the report on the death of Lisa Tannenby. Jean looked up from her desk and smiled.
    “No surprises this time Mike, cause of death, exsanguination from a six inch cut across her throat. All major blood vessels severed to some degree.”
    “Okay Doc, what else?” I knew she’d have something, she always did.
    “Judging by depth and angle, I’d say you’re looking for a male, quite possibly left-handed.”

    Lisa was from money. It took a while to arrange her wake, her relatives being spread around the planet. I was invited which surprised me, I had worked hard on this case but, aside from her two brothers, who alibi’d each other, I was basically nowhere close to charging anyone. My gut told me it was family though. Lisa ran their business with an iron fist and made no bones about what she thought of her siblings.

    The wake was a typically boring affair. A bunch of people talked about what a gentle, loving woman Lisa had been. The rest were much too refined to burst out laughing. Then came the garden party with crackers covered in pate de foie gras and champagne in crystal flutes. I noticed the two brothers a little off to one side and walked over.
    “Hi boys, nice affair.”
    “Thanks Detective Joyce, we appreciate you coming.”
    I raised my glass and said, “To Lisa.”

    Everything happened in slow motion. I saw Bobby’s left hand holding the glass and it all clicked into place. I looked right into his eyes and I could see the recognition dawn. I looked over at Jim and he knew too. They were guilty as Hell. They smirked at me because they also knew I had nothing else to go on.

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    • Fandango June 19, 2019 / 2:51 pm

      Good one. Will the detective ever find enough evidence to nail the Brothers? Thanks for participating, David.

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