Friday Fictioneers is a flash fiction challenge which asks us to write a story in no more than 100 words from the photo prompt kindly provided by the host, Rochelle Wisoff Fields. To join in with the challenge, or find out more about it, just follow the link to Rochelle’s blog.
Here is this week’s prompt . . .
and this is my story . . .
Sammy grabbed his brother’s arm. ‘I can’t see the bedroom through all that smoke.’
Rick grinned. At nine, and a year older than Sammy, he was the one in charge. ‘The firemen just went into the house… They’ll probably find the candles.’
‘But they’ll know it was us if they do!’
Rick shrugged. ‘It’ll teach Mum not to send us to our room in future –‘
‘Rick! They’ve got two people on stretchers. Wonder who they are.’
‘Can’t tell. We’re moving further away all the time.’
Sammy reached out his arms and giggled. ‘These clouds feel really nice.’
Word Count: 98
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