It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields when we gather to write a 100-word story or poem based on a photo prompt. This week’s photo was provided by Ted Strutz. Thank you, Ted.
Image courtesy of Ted Strutz
Get Your Sunglasses Here
“Why are we here? No one’s buying sunglasses tonight,” said Elise.
“Stan just wants to milk this for all its worth,” Gina replied. She flipped through the sunglasses delicately, trying on a pair.
Stan glared in their direction. “Ladies.”
A brilliant beam of light radiated from a distance. Gina dropped her sunglasses when she heard a thunderous rumble. She screamed, “Look out!”
A motorcycle barreled toward the tent at full throttle. People sprung in all directions and rolled to the ground, narrowly escaping its path. Voices shrilled in the darkness, as the motorcycle plunged into the tent, sending sunglasses flying off their stands.