Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

The Last Goodbye

Oswald gripped the photograph and let the memories come. Of a small boy with a crippling stutter; the gift of a battered ventriloquist's dummy. Buddy became his best and only friend. Even after all the success, Oswald left him just as he was; just as he loved him.

Now Buddy was dead in a hotel fire. Alone, helpless because of a woman. Red hair like blazing fire. Green eyes like the sea. Oswald had been bewitched and the cost was too high. He let the guilt and grief wash over him and stepped off the bridge rail into the void.

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More Friday Fiction from Jimmie, Darleen, BigGator5, Smitty, April and Becca.

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

The Spy Beside Me 

Doris sat near the front window of the dingy café, smoking a cigarette and waiting. Why am I here, she wondered. Why should I believe an anonymous phone call?

Before long, the door of the pawn shop across the street opened and Frank came out, carrying a battered suitcase. Not his. Doris checked her watch. The timing was perfect. It's true. My life is a lie.

A seedy little man slid into the chair across the table. “So,” he said, his cultured voice at odds with his grubby appearance. “I have a lot to tell you about your husband.”

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From my friend, Jimmie Bise, Jr., Darleen Click, Smitty, Big Gator 5 and April.