It was supposed to be a simple matter. Kidnap a little rich girl, collect the large ransom, and let her go. No harm done. A happy ending for all. He’d have money, a mere a drop in the bucket for her wealthy parents, and the girl would be back safe at home.
But the scared little girl ran from him, fell off a bridge, and broke her neck. He buried her under the bridge, put rocks on the top of the small grave, and then, unable to cope with his guilt, drowned himself in the shallow stream beneath the bridge.
(100 words)
Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Danny sat at the end of the table, his eyes almost level with the chessboard. Looking at the chessmen lined up on the squares, he watched his father and uncle alternately move their chessmen around the board, trying to grasp the strange manner in which each piece moved. 
There were rumors going around that the old building, the one with virtually no widows and thick, stone walls, was being used to house political dissidents. Some claimed to possess definite evidence that detainees were being subjected to “enhanced interrogation techniques” (e.g., waterboarding).
Erin had dreamed of being a marine biologist when she grew up. Each year, when her family went on vacation to the ocean, Erin would collect coral, sea shells, and driftwood. She’d bring them home with her and lay them out on her special table. She would hand print labels describing each piece, including the date and location where she collected them.
Dressed and ready for some coffee, Mark took the elevator to the hotel’s meeting room level on the third floor. He found the coffee station and poured himself a cup.