Photo Challenge — Forgotten Step

FC946E03-0D97-40D3-B829-314A59E117D3Anatoly beamed as Ivan met him in the small clearing in the dense pine forest.

“You imbecile!” Ivan shouted.

“What?” a surprised Anatoly asked. “My crew and I did everything you told us to do. We stole the spy plane from the capitalistic, imperial pigs, carefully disassembled it, transported it piece by piece deep into the forest, and painstakingly reassembled it here. Exactly what you asked of me, Ivan.”

“You forget the step where I said to paint the plane’s fuselage in camouflage colors so that it couldn’t be seen by overhead surveillance, Anatoly,” Ivan said angrily. “My team just intercepted this image that was taken by an American drone half an hour ago.” Ivan handed Anatoly the photograph.

“Ah, I see what you mean,” Anatoly said.

Moments later the two men were surrounded by American mercenaries.


Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: David Kovalenko.

Friday Fictioneers — The Scooter and the Cat

C452FDC0-9E51-4661-8F75-1268CC6F9231“Here’s a picture of the scooter that was stolen from right in front of my flat, Officer,” Dwayne said.

“Is the black cat also missing?” Officer Bremen asked.

“No,” Dwayne said. “The cat is fine. He’s inside.”

“He’s a cutie,” the officer said. “My wife and I had a black cat, too. She looked just like yours. She was almost twenty when she died last year. We miss her. What’s his name?”

“It’s Rudy,” Dwayne said. “But I called….”

“Rudy?” The officer said, laughing. “Like In Rudy Giuliani?”

“Excuse me, Officer, but can we talk about my stolen motor scooter?”

(100 words)


Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: C.E. Ayr.

Sunday Photo Fiction — Parking Problem

6A8DFE2D-AEC8-4C2B-9178-8F92653694E8“We’ve been on every floor,” Amanda complained, “and our car is not here. Please, George, the the kids and I are exhausted.”

“Amanda, I think our car has been stolen,” George said with alarm in his voice.

“Stolen? Who’d bother stealing a 2005 Corolla with a dented fender and bald tires.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that car,” George said defensively.

“Yeah,” said Amanda. “It’s really in demand in the jacked car market.” After a short, pregnant pause, Amanda asked George, “So what do we do now?”

“I’ll go find the parking attendant,” George said.

“We’ll go with you,” Amanda said. “This place creeps me out.”

George, Amanda, and the kids went to the attendant’s booth to find it unmanned. “I swear there’s always a ticket-taker guy here,” George said. Then he noticed the emergency call button next to the booth and pressed it.

“Yeah,” a voice said.

“Our car has been stolen,” George said into the speaker.

“You sure?” The voice asked.

“Yes, I’m sure,” George answered.

“Be right there,” the voice said.

When the attendant arrived he asked to see George’s parking ticket. “Wrong garage, Mate,” the guy said. “Your garage is two blocks north.

Amanda did a slow burn.

(201 words)


Written for today’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Image credit: A Mixed Bag.