Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, a weekly writer’s link-up, hosted by the lovely and gracious Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Writers around the globe compose a 100-word story based on a photo. This week’s photo was provided by Sandra Crook. Thank you, Sandra. It looks such a lovely spot, but in my story today, a place of intrigue. A little serious, a little silly, using the props of the photo.
If you would like participate, instructions are here. All are welcome!
Genre: Suspense (100 words)
Martin flattened against the walls. Outside his peripheral vision, a couple walked as one, heads together, a laugh between them; an isolated man dragged his pack on the cobblestones. Someone always watched; he caught a shadow in the dormer at 12:00.
A whistling man approached and bumped hands with him, revealing the symbol: a flame, encircled and crossed with swords, tattooed on his wrist. He passed a bag into Martin’s hand, jumped on his bicycle and turned a corner.
Inside the bag was a donut. He recalled the message: sugar of the gods. He smiled, mounted the available bicycle and followed him.
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