PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Sid didn’t know what made him pull off the interstate and drive into that little no-name town. It had only one main street not long enough for a traffic light. He passed a diner offering big burgers and parked in front of a curio shop.
The little bell rang over the door as he tromped in still not understanding why he was there. An old woman greeted him.
“What you are looking for is by the window.”
“Doll heads?” he murmured feeling scared.
The voices of all the children the serial killer had murdered shrieked his name stopping his heart.
It’s Wednesday and time again to participate in this week’s edition of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers. The idea is to use the image at the top as a prompt for crafting a poem or short story no more than 100 words long. My word count is exactly 100.
Cover image for my novel “A Wobblegong and His Boy”
I hadn’t intended on continuing with this macabre theme, but seeing the doll heads made it seem inevitable. If we consider television series such as “The Twilight Zone,” “Journey Into The Unknown,” and “Night Gallery,” then we understand that sometimes justice, if not found through more conventional means, comes from unexpected and even horrific corners of the universe.
To read other stories based on the prompt or to offer one of your own, go to inlinkz.
My YA science fiction novel A Wobblegong And His Boy is part of a collection of novels written specifically for boys who want to read adventures crafted especially for them. That doesn’t mean my story isn’t a great read for everyone else so give it a whirl. Don’t forget to leave an honest review at Amazon and Goodreads.
The fantasy anthology Fantastic Schools, Volume 13 is now available featuring my supernatural short story “The Battle of New Stains Castle.”
As the Second Dragon War reaches its climax, two sorceresses and a soldier must face a necromancer and his minions in the ruins of a Scottish castle in the midst of a reality gone mad.
Happy Wednesday.
A satisfying end.
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It is indeed. Thanks, Sandra.
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Poetic justice! Karma will not be denied.
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Not in this case, Lisa. Thanks.
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You are welcome, James.
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The powers of that little town were well hidden. If only that were the case for all the serial killers out there!
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Especially all murderers of children. Thanks, Dale.
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Especially them!
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everything seems coming to a head.
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Ha ha. “A head.” Thanks.
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I liked the idea of some mystic force leading him to the curio shop and being struck by revenge.
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You have just entered…the Twilight Zone” (cue creepy music). Thanks, James.
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Oooooo
Sounds like he got what he deserved
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He did indeed. Thanks, Laurie.
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Thank goodness justice was done 🙌
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It was indeed, at least in fiction. Thanks.
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Oh no! Is that an undertaking for which he is equipped? I assume to be the chosen one, he must have the right skillset.
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Not sure what that means. Sid was a serial killer of children who fate or a curse or some other force led to a curio shop where the voices of his victims cried out and killed him.
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Oh! I thought he was the vigilante who was called to action by the dolls of the serial killer’s victims.
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Nope. He’s the killer. The dolls are taking vengeance.
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Dear JJames,
Let justice be swift.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Agreed. Thanks, Rochelle.
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And so, he received his just deserts
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Exactly. Thanks, Keith.
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Amen to him … wow, James. Good read … 😎
Congratulations and good luck with your book.
Have a good weekend Isadora 😎
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Thanks, Isadora. You too.
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eerie. Nicely done.
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Justice indeed!
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I wish it were always so. Thanks, Chris.
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If only!
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Agreed.
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