Posted in Drabbles, Micro Fiction

Such a Boring Man

I peeked around the door into the shower.

There he was exactly as they’d said he would be. Stark naked, with a nasty looking gash above his right eye, his silly pink plastic shower hat on his head, soaking wet and quite dead. Impressive.

When I’d first contacted the company they’d assured me his demise would be made to look like an accident. They weren’t cheap, but finally being rid of that bore of a husband was worth every penny.

All I needed to do now was scream, act a little hysterical and phone the police.

My new life beckoned.

 

MikeJackson©2017

Photo prompt courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Friday Fictioneers.

Posted in Drabbles

Rock Sample

Something a little different for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. My 100-word story is included in this video.

Don’t stand there gawping. What’s the matter? Never seen a rock before?

Of all the places I could have landed on it had to be your god-forsaken planet. I was quite happy you know, hurtling aimlessly through the solar system.Then your awful planet gets in my way and I find myself crashing through your atmosphere and landing here.

What’s that? You want a sample?

Oh dear, you’re another one of those rock collectors, aren’t you?

Go on then, just a small piece mind you and be careful where you chip away.

Maybe around the back, out of sight?

MikeJackson©2017

Thanks to CE Ayr for the original photo. (Hope you don’t mind how I’ve adapted it!)

 

Posted in Drabbles

Involve The Police and The Lady Dies

I lit another cigarette and waited, my eyes fixed on the phone opposite me.

Even though I’d been expecting it the shrill tone of the phone ringing made me jump. I lifted the receiver and listened.

A muffled voice said, “Do exactly what I say and everything will be alright. Twenty thousand in used notes. We’ll tell you where. Involve the police and the lady dies.” Then the phone went dead.

I leant against the wall and slowly finished the cigarette wondering if the lady in question, my wife, was worth twenty thousand pounds.

On balance I decided she wasn’t.

 

MikeJackson©2017

A 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers.

Photo courtesy of – J Hardy Carroll

Posted in Drabbles

There’s A Good Lad

“It’s Billy here boss. I’ve found the car. Just where you said it would be.”

“Good lad Billy. Look on top of the front tyre, driver’s side, you should find the ignition key.”

“Got it, boss. What now?”

“I need you to get it valeted Billy. I’m taking the wife out for an anniversary dinner tonight. I want the motor looking at it’s best. Take care how you drive it. Don’t want to find any scratches.”

“OK boss.”

“Oh and Billy, you’ll find a dead body in the boot. Can you dispose of that as well? There’s a good lad.”

MikeJackson©2017

A 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers.

Photo courtesy of  Kent Bonham