#FFfAW The Search Ends at Daylight

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Finally, June found his car at a building in the Arts district, where warehouses and concrete were peppered here and there with trees.  She had almost given up, when she remembered a party they attended here months ago.

A few cars were parked outside, though no thriving business lived here.  Obviously, there’d been a party, though she no one mentioned it to her.  Apparently, a few people were unfit to drive home.  She shook her head.  Those two were no good for each other.

How could she keep Lori away from Jack?   It seemed near impossible.  They were both driving her mad, when she should be focusing on college applications and admissions essays.  She sighed and opened the door.

People were sprawled around on worn couches and a stale smell of smoke and spilled alcohol permeated the air.  Was that Lori in the back?

“Lori?  Jack?”  She called before thinking.  Of course, they’d be mad she didn’t call them by Mom and Dad.

*163 words.   Flash fiction for aspiring writers presents a new photo prompt weekly for writers to use as inspiration for a flash fiction story between 100-150 words, give or take 25.  It’s fun to see the different perspectives of the same image.  Photo credit must be given to the photographer, who, this week, is Foot and Foodie.  If you want to join up, look for a new prompt on Tuesday, and find the rules and instructions at the site.  Visit this past week’s challenge at:

https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/06/19/fffaw-challenge-week-of-june-20-2017/

“A Turning Point,” #flashfiction #amwriting FFfAW challenge

photoprompt-20161212155025335This week’s photo prompt is provided by Maria with Doodles and Scribbles.

 

The party had been a blast.  Too much so.  But Kimberly grew tired of Brad’s advances.  She sauntered down the dark road, her mind in a fog.  Why did I take that last drink?  She pondered.  Could I even scare off an attacker, with this stagger in my walk?

It was interesting that she chose this danger over a ride home with Brad, the All-American football star.

The unknown was her choice.  She’d swiped a heavy paperweight at the party when she decided Brad would not be taking her home.  Would it protect her?

Of course, she wasn’t thinking straight; she could have asked anyone else.  Instead, she darted out the door and down the street, to greet vampires or murderers, or who knew what.

Up ahead stood a dark, shadowy figure.

If I live, I’m going to stop celebrating New Year’s Eve this way, she whispered.

 

*This brief story was part of a Flash Fiction challenge, no more than 100-150 words allowed, based on a photo prompt.  The prompt was provided as one of the weekly challenges at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/12/12/fffaw-challenge-week-of-december-13-2016/   I encourage you to peruse some of the other material there, as no two minds think exactly alike.

Yes, this was challenging!  What do you all think?