Friday Fictioneers – Mere Mortality

ff180215Polished cars adorned  the sloping driveways – from the outside it seemed like a good neighbourhood.

Our first call of the day, was to the last house in the street.

His lips were blue; his torn jeans soiled. A cloudy, blood-filled syringe still dangled from an arm riddled with the signatures of self-harm.

As we bagged and lifted the body I noticed the poster above his bed – Clark Kent and Lois Lane standing amidst the Ice Palace’s crisscrossing, frozen columns.  Yet even then, in that tragic moment, I knew this had been no superman, just a boy whose desperate  cries for help had gone unheard.

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These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge

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26 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Mere Mortality

    1. paulmclem Post author

      Did think about a jokey piece i.e. someone trying to buy a ‘For Sale’ ice palace from a Lex Luthor styled estate agent. Quickly changed tack. Aye, it’s a bit sad but blunt with it I suppose. Which is ok. Just about to go and read your piece. Hoping for some Rex action.

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  1. elmowrites

    Sordid and sad, I worry about the suggestion that there might be other calls on the street that day. Love the link to Superman’s ice palace; it does look kinda like that!

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  2. gahlearner

    I admire what you did with the prompt. That last paragraph transformed just another call for the hardened emergency crew to something memorable, and heart breaking.

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