Flash Fiction – 2nd Ed.

I’m getting some serious mobility back in my shoulder with the kind help of the sadists in the Physical Therapy chamber over at the hospital.  More on that one, with some stomach-wrenching pics, later.

The news that’s new here is my second schwack at Flash Fiction.  I’m really digging this, and photo prompts are awesome.  To play along, go to Rochelle’s Purple Blog and upload the rules.

Concept: a weekly picture is posted, and the writer is challenged to produce one-hundred (more or less) words of some sort of fiction with a full plotline (beginning, middle and end). Here we go…

Copyright -Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

NEED

I shifted back and forth on the balls of my feet. I checked my watch. It read one minute later. Above me, the ancient elevator ground its way downward.

“Come on, you fucking bastard,” I cursed the machinery.

I knew this feeling, an old familiar acquaintance. I checked to ensure I was alone. Only the smell of urine kept me company. The homeless guy must have relocated.

My watch hadn’t moved visibly. I forced the hand down to beat a rhythm on my thigh.

“This is it. Just this once,” I said, “Just one more hit.”

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