Counting The Minutes

My weekly fix of Friday Fictioneers, a 100 words of fiction based on the weekly photo prompt. For me the challenge isn’t just about the word count but trying new styles, new stories, new voices. Some work better than others, some I’ll carry forward, some I’ll never use again, but you don’t know till you try and you’ve gotta love a trier……..


  Original Photo : Roger Bultot

7.15pm  Finishes work  –  Jade green coat with a fake fur trim.

7.23pm  Leaves underground carpark– A scent of jasmine lingers in the lift.

7.45pm  Stops at store – A bottle of Merlot and a soft brown baguette.

8.02pm  Pulls into garage – Key under pot, no one ever learns.

8.25pm  Light in bedroom  –  Matching bra and panties.

8.30pm  Light in bathroom – Steam obscures view.

8.44pm  Reaches for towel – Speckles of water on alabaster skin.

8.46pm  Knife raised high – Blood flows clockwise.

9.15pm   Oven turned on – Sweet smell of gas.

9.17pm   Cigarette in bin –  I close the door behind me.

9.21pm  BOOM – Time to say goodbye!

21 thoughts on “Counting The Minutes

  1. Holy smokes (if you’ll pardon the expression)! Is every Friday Fictioneer but me, a psychopathic murderer?? I’ll be under my bed until it’s time to read more great stories like this next week. 🙄

  2. Oh my, Helen!! Dark and creepy this week. Excellent. I think this format reveals the meticulous nature of your character. It was all accomplished in just a little over 2 hours. I was a bit stuck on the baguette and wine… I must be hungry. 🙂

  3. I totally agree with your idea of trying out new stuff – and this really works. I love it when I have to work it out, go back over the evidence. You leave a chilling trail fro us to follow.

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