You never know with some folk – A WWBH post

Hello to everyone! We’re almost at the halfway point for the week and what better way to celebrate than with a little flash fiction fix. I hope you like this one.

This week for the WWBH blog hop we’re using one picture provided by my co-host Tena, accompanied by five random words:

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Dispose, practical, gun, commit, position

As usual, all of these elements need to be incorporated into the story somewhere, and try to keep to the 500 word limit.

You never know with some folk

        ‘I hate working Saturdays,’ moaned Theresa.
        ‘Got something better to do?’ asked Ray. ‘Somewhere more exciting to be?’
        ‘Anywhere is more exciting than here,’ she sighed. ‘And you don’t really need me, do you? You practically run everything yourself anyway, why do you need me?’
        ‘You need money, and there was a position to fill.’
        She couldn’t argue with that. ‘I told you, it wasn’t my fault. The deer stepped out in front of me. Aren’t parents supposed to deal with things like that?’
        ‘Not all parents can afford to pay out for their kids messing about. If he’d known you were taking the car, maybe he’d be more helpful.’
        ‘You sound just like him.’
        Ray beamed. ‘Thanks.’
        ‘That’s not a compliment.’
        ‘When do you get it back?’
        ‘They’re bringing it here after lunch, then I’m picking some stuff up for Dad. He says I’m to drive like it’s a Rolls Royce, and if there’s a single scratch I’m grounded. At 18, I’ll be grounded, can you believe that?’
        Ray shook his head, chuckling, before going back to his newspaper. ‘Look at this. They’ve found someone in the woods.’
        Theresa leant over, looking at the picture. ‘Nice outfit, must have a thing about snakes, eh? Check out the sparkly gold one on her wrist.’
        ‘Nice. It says she had a single gunshot wound, which must have happened somewhere else before being disposed of.’
        ‘What is wrong with people?’
        ‘You never know with some folk, you just never know.’ He looked up as a car pulled up by the window. ‘Hey, Theresa, is that your car?’
        ‘Oh, yeah, thanks,’ she said, rushing to grab her bag and jacket. ‘Listen, I’ll try and get back as soon as I can,’ she winked at him.
        ‘If you’re keeping this job, you’re going to need more commitment you know,’ he called, his words trailing behind her.
        She ran out to meet the courier.
        ‘Just sign here please, miss,’ he said, ‘everything’s in order.’
        ‘Thanks, I’m sure it is,’ she signed straight away, taking his word for it.
She jumped in, turned the key and roared away. With music blaring, she didn’t notice blue lights flashing in her mirrors. She pulled over and the police car followed suit, the officer stepping out and approaching her. She stepped out too.
        ‘Stay where you are please, miss,’ he said. ‘This your car?’
        ‘Er, it’s my dad’s.’
        ‘Mind if I take a look?’ He didn’t wait for a reply. ‘It’s pretty clean.’
        ‘Yeah,’ she said, ‘it’s just come back from the shop. What’s this about?’ Her palms were sweaty.
        He peered in the windows without answering. ‘Could you open the boot please?’
        She leaned in and pulled the lever, and he was there already opening the lid. She came around to join him.
        ‘Now, how do you suppose that got there?’
        She looked in the boot, confusion spreading across her face, and she saw tucked away in the corner a head section of a golden snake, just the right size for a bracelet.

Word count: 505

A knock at the door – A WWBH post

So, we’re stepping tentatively into February now, wondering where January could possibly have gone to already. No? Just me?

Well, the last five weeks have gone in a flash, but I’ve been keeping up with my WWBH entries, and here’s another one to delight (?) you with …

This week for the WWBH blog hop we’re using two pictures provided by my co-host Leanne:

A knock at the door

IMG_20141113_185859Placing her pen down on the paper, Abi cradled her wine between her hands and gazed out the window. The street lamps were starting to come on as the sky darkened, casting shadows along the road. Cars drove by with their headlights on already, some heading out of the village, but most of them coming in.
        She looked at the clock again, and tried to dismiss her disappointment that only ten minutes had passed. He’d be here soon, she knew, she just had to be patient. She put her glass down and reviewed the pages that she’d already filled in her notebook. Her muse had left her for the evening it seemed, and for the last half an hour it’d been an effort to get the words down. She needed a break.
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20150124_170549The rain had started off gently enough as Dean set off up the motorway. As the light of the day faded, it blurred the lights coming from the rest of the traffic and made the road itself glisten as he drove. It reflected his mood perfectly.
        He hated breakups, especially when he was the one doing the breaking. There’s no easy way to say that you don’t love someone anymore, and no easy way to hide that there’s someone else either. He knew she’d ask and he’d never been able to lie to her. The image of her face as she descended into misery would stay with him for a long time.
        But he couldn’t dwell on it, after all he did want to leave. He needed to get across the city now and get to Abi, he needed to see her and know that he’d made the right decision. He didn’t like crushing another persons world, so he had to know it was for the right reasons.
        Concentrating on the road he saw all the red lights in front of him had started congregating, slowing down those still behind until they were all stopped together. Dean let out a sigh as he sat in his car and waited.
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Abi placed her notebook on her desk as the doorbell rang. She glanced in the mirror, hands running through her hair as she went to answer it. ‘You don’t have to ring the bell anymore, you know,’ and she smiled as the cold air rushed in.
        ‘He’s not here yet then? Pity,’ said a thin-framed red head, standing on the doorstep. She braced herself against the frame to stop from swaying.
        ‘Moira! What are you … ‘ she glanced past her figure, ‘you didn’t drive here did you?’
        ‘Of course I did,’ she slurred. ‘I needed to get here before him didn’t I? I didn’t want to miss the big reunion. I’ve got something for you both to celebrate.’ She rummaged around in her handbag, and Abi froze as she pulled out a pistol and waved it right in her face. She forced her way in the house, and they both went into the living room to wait for Dean’s arrival.
                                                                                             Word count: 502.