Friday Fictioneer!
Every week, we get a chance to write a 100-word story about the photo prompt shared by Rochelle. This week, the photo is provided by Roger Bultot. Check more takes on the prompt why clicking here.
She smiled at me. I smiled back. She seemed shy, totally my type. She was alone too. There were so many roaming around but my eyes were fixated on her.
I walked towards her. We came face to face behind a pillar. She said she’s called Sharon. I told her she has something on her nose. I offered my handkerchief which she took. I forced my hand on her nose.
It didn’t take long for the chloroform to do the job.
She fell in my arms. I shouted, “Help! My wife fainted. Can someone help take her to my car?”
(100 words)
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