Photo by Al, the sunday fictioner.
Al, the sunday fictioner says:
Every week on a Sunday, a new photo is used as a prompt for Flash Fiction challenge using around 200 words based on that image. Your story does not have to be exactly what the item in the photo is as long as there is at least a reference to it. You can make it anything you want, and enjoy what you write, and we will as well.
Please remember to add your piece to the list of others by clicking on the little creature, and you can also add the creature to your own post by clicking on the link beneath it. Have fun, and I look forward to reading what you have written.
I had trouble with the link beneath the little fella, so this is only window dressing, not linkafied.
Baxter was part of a 5 man cabal. Made bad decisions on purpose. Created random numbers of employees to fire. Fixed the books.
The company covered all their expenses right down to brandy and cigars after board meetings.
He felt happy, secure, and smug. More than a million or two inherited from a distance relative. Huge monthly pay check and other incentives. No need to worry that certain aspects of his life style were very expensive. Easy enough to find favorable witnesses, get the charges dropped. Or not get caught.
This morning, like every morning, he sauntered in around 11:00 am to make some important decisions before he left at 1 pm for a 2 hour lunch at the new fusion restaurant. One look at his desk told him all he needed to know. Four balls, four top executives. Last night, he had been attached to the metal frame by thin wire. This morning, he sat several inches away. The meaning was quite clear. His time was up.
Miss Morrison heard the muffled bang, bang, bang. She rushed into Baxter’s office. He held a gun and was laughing hysterically. He had shot the wires off the remaining four balls.
{PS: Only after I finished my story, did I take really, really, close look at the picture. Oops, Baxter’s wire strings are still attached!}
I love that story. Made me laugh. Plus the fact that afterwards you spotted the wire. So Baxter was only being sent undercover for a while haha.
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Poor Baxter and Miss Morrison. At least there would be no more of those ball thingies on his desk, lol.
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Haha very true
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This is a really cleaver piece of writing — I especially loved the building up of tension (pardon the pun) and the surprise ending. Lovely mad twist!
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“lovely mad twist” — I do like doing those. Often I don’t know how a story or poem will end. The twist comes from some subconscious mischievous part of my creative brain.
Thanks, and I may borrow the term “lovely mad twist” at some point — I love the sound of it!
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Smiling — by all means – borrow away – and enjoy!
Creative mischief is always good – well – okay mostly, unless it involved the back of squad cars 😉
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The back of a squad car is not the most fun place to be. Not that I’m speaking through experience, lol (Still can’t get my smiley face to work)
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Great fun. Nice to see him get his comeuppance. Hope Miss Morrison is okay; bit of a shock for her.
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I believe she was promoted, and in therapy.
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