Wednesday is the new Friday. Time again for the weekly foray into Friday Fictioneers. A 100 words of fiction based on the weekly photo prompt. Addictive, compulsive and oh so entertaining. Follow the link and join in the party, the music is good, the refreshments are free and the toilets are spotless.
Photo Copyright : Douglas M. Mcilroy
Emily was drowning under a lifetime of 2nd place rosettes, she was never quite enough; the quintessential nearly there, the almost made it, the must work harder. Not today. Today she’d be first.
She did another check, all there, every item on the scavenger list.
The prize giving was still held up while the police removed the body. The zip on the body bag stopping at the 6” knife forcibly planted in the chest of last year’s winner.
Agitation and excitement threatened her composure but 1st place would soften the blow of the missing knife from her mother’s kitchen set.
helen midgley 
Whoa – talk about a competitive nature gone bad! I enjoyed this one very much, and hey – with an offer like spotless toilets, how could we resist this challenge? :Ob
You can’t beat a spotless toilet 😉
The detail about the knife is great.. There is nothing like a bad looser though..
Sometimes it’s best to settle for 2nd place 😉
Yes…she probably should have gotten a knife from the neighbor.
Yes, perhaps the evidence would be too close to home 😉
Win at all costs! I like the image of them not able to zip up the body bag because of the knife 🙂
I wonder if you get disqualified for murder?
depends whats in the small print 😉
Second place is the first loser, they say. She obviously doesn’t agree with the maxim that it’s taking part that counts. Nicely done.
Thanks Sandra 🙂
And I thought my son was competitive! Nicely done.
Yes, I think the competitiveness may be a bit extreme, lol 🙂
Desperate times call for desperate measures – but that is taking it to extremes! I suppose a lifetime of second place rosettes could do that to a girl ….
Well told 🙂
Thanks for reading 🙂
Chilling. The seeds of a thriller!
lets hope she hadn’t entered any other competitions, 😉
First: the comment about Wednesday being the new Friday made me smile! Second: I used to love scavenger hunts – wish I could still participate. Third: Great take on the prompt. Competition gone bad.
Thanks for reading 🙂
Competitive much? I always think the murderers in stories like this should take the time to buy a new knife–using someone else’s credit card, of course. Sounds like your character might have a few years behind bars to spend savoring her victory.
Cheers!
MG
It would be ironic if her prison job was making rosettes, lol 🙂
Aaahhh…winning at all costs. I’m certain we can all relate…if not in actuality…for sure in our wildest fantasies.
Definitely 😉
Dear Helen, Well, psychotic Emily is really needing that trophy. So scary and this story is so good, it’s a nightmare scenario! Excellent Helen, Excellent! Nan 🙂
Thanks for another great comment Nan 🙂
Dear Helen,
If we’re ever in a writing contest…you win.
This was fantastic and funny and all rolled into one body bag. I love the determination that drives it and your MC. Very well done.
Aloha,
Doug
evidence removed 😉
Dear Helen,
Sounds like a chapter from The Bad Seed. I’m certain this is the same child. Will they let her keep her first place ribbon in prison? Very well written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle 🙂
I laughed – this was great, an all consuming desire to win after a life time of not good enoughs. Great.
Thanks for reading and commenting 🙂
This is great, Helen, and took me by surprise! I can clearly see the image of the zipping of the bag and running into the knife. I’m not sure Emily thought this whole thing through. She may be spending her win in jail! Well done!
Emily might not hold that 1st place ribbon for long…or maybe it will console her in jail.
That’s what you call affirmative action. Fantastic story.
Marg
Helen, Remind me never to enter a contest of any kind with her as a contestant. I enjoyed the touch of humor about the knife. It would make a good comedy/crime drama. I could picture them zipping and stopping at the knife. Well written. 🙂 — Susan