Tag Archives: Revenge

Friday Fictioneers – Retribution

ff080217We’d all had sessions in that basement room. The same pointless questions. The same insufferable pain no matter the answers.

‘Tie him up good and tight,’ someone shouted.

Most of the guards had evaded capture. A few had already been killed on sight. This one wasn’t going to be so lucky.

‘Come on, Tom. You’re first.’

I was handed the knife. The terrified face looking up at me was barely older than that of my own son when he too was killed. The numbing thought of that moment edged me forward.

For a moment I hesitated; almost felt sympathy. Almost.


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

Sunday Photo Fiction – Property Slump

128-11-november-1st-2015The advert in the classifieds sounded too good an opportunity to miss.

Dream Homes In The Sun For Under £100,000!

We’d only ever holidayed in Eastbourne or Cornwall, but the glossy brochure they sent said Florida truly was paradise on earth.

“Exclusive Lakeside location, all year sun, and the ocean just a 15 minute drive away.”

It would take all but a thousand pounds of our savings to make it happen. Within a matter of weeks construction was underway.

Like I said, we’d never been to Florida before – I certainly hadn’t heard of sinkholes. Seems that they’re holes which just swallow up houses built on cheap land. Houses bought by fools like me from conmen who prey on fools like us. We’d only been over once and everything seemed fine. Now our dream is surrounded by a ten foot high chain link fence and signs which scream “Keep Out”. We tried everything to get our money back.

Read the small print” the agent said.

I read it and my mind was made up. The last few hundred pounds of our savings would get me one final trip to Florida. I just needed to work out where to get a gun.


Other entries for SPF can be found here.

Friday Fictioneers – Down In The Park

ff230315Last month, Walter, and his best friend, Tommy, were mugged while walking through the park. Tommy though was a fighter, and he gave back as best he could. His courage never failed him, even, if finally, the ex-Marine’s heart did – all for the sake of a few coins, and a ripped five dollar bill.

Tonight the local vets are playing a concert in Tommy’s memory. Walter’s bruises have almost healed but his heart will never mend. From the side of the bandstand, his eyes scan the park looking for the bastard – he’d recognise him anywhere. In his pocket his old service revolver, loaded and ready.


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