As you may have been aware, over at the Carrot Ranch, there has been a mega load of Flash Fiction Challenges over the last month in particular. I have long been an admirer of Flash Fiction, but apart from writing them in the form of verse, rarely venture into that territory as it is completely out of my comfort zone. Just lately though, I have entered 7 out of the 8 Carrot Ranch Rodeo Flash Fiction competitions, and thought that I would have a go at this one too!
November 2, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story a chair on a porch. Why is it there, and what might it mean? Think about using it as a prop or the main thrust of your story.
Respond by November 7, 2017 to be included in the compilation (published November 8). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!
Amelia sank into the overstuffed chair which enveloped her body with warmth.
“The, ahem, Doctor will be with you shortly, Miss.”
Nervously, twisting her rings, Amelia’s stomach lurched contemplating what she was about to do.
Distracting herself from the pounding in her head, she glanced around the porch. Comfortable and homely, like any other house in a pleasant neighbourhood. Only it wasn’t. The odorous smell of bleach pervaded the room; Amelia shuddered.
“How many desperate women had sat on this chair awaiting their fate?”
“Good morning Ms Johnson.”
“It’s Sergeant actually. I am arresting you on suspicion of murder…”