This Isn’t Me

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PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

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How did I end up like this?

Look at this. A baby walker, little kiddie motorized truck, and the worst of it, a mega-propane barbecue.

This isn’t me. It was never me. I guess that’s the point, though.

“Alan? Can you come in and help me change the baby’s diaper?”

“Yeah, Hon. In a minute.” I sound just like some stupid suburban husband. I mutter, “The name’s Ricco.”

I shrug my shoulders and start trudging up the back steps. Diapers. Married. Barbecues. It’s not me, but then the mob won’t be looking for a hit man turned state’s evidence here.

Time once again to participate in Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 9 June 2023 edition of Friday Fictioneers. The idea is to use the image above as the prompt to craft a poem or short story of no more than 100 words. My word count is exactly 100.

Not being in a particularly lighthearted mood, I needed to figure out how to turn this cozy suburban scene into something else. I guess the Witness Protection Program is as good an excuse as any.

To read other stories based on the prompt, go to Inlinkz.

To read more of my published fiction, consider Ice.

At the end of time, the world is hot and men travel the vast oceans in merchant sailing ships. Captain Ki-Moon Yong of the Star of Jindo has discovered a new horror at the bottom of the world. Can he and the Star escape disaster long enough to warn a disbelieving world?

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