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:
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