#MysteryMonday Sinister Message

Jamie and I headed inside to make a list of suspects. I noticed the light blinking on his answering machine when we reach his office in the back of the house.
“Did you hear the phone ring?” I asked as I pressed the button next to the red pulsating light.
Jamie shook his head no as a mechanical voice commanded from the machine.
“If you want the jewel of your collection returned in one piece it will cost you $3 million dollars. I will send instructions.  Do not involve the authorities and do not try to play games with me or I will have to take one leg at a time. ” (click)
Jamie let out an audible sigh at that last part and I thought he was going to pass out for a moment. Instead we just stood there in the shadows staring at each other.
“This doesn’t sound like someone who wants to sell at an auction, this sounds like someone who may have a personal grudge,” I muttered as I motioned towards the answering machine button once more.

Continued from Missing Spider

#FridayFictioneers Hard Landing

I work on poetry at my other blog, A Full Cup of Tea, and dabble in some short stories and flash fiction here with the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. Every Friday authors from around the world gather to share their 100-word stories based on the photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. We offer support, constructive criticism, and encouragement to each other. Readers are encouraged to comment. My contribution for the week follows the photo prompt below…

PHOTO PROMPT © Melanie Greenwood

PHOTO PROMPT © Melanie Greenwood

 

 

I didn’t hear a word the crew said as passengers called out in panic when the plane rocked to the left.  Why hadn’t I paid attention during the safety briefing I lamented as I frantically searched for the safety card in front of me. Where were we I wonder briefly as I looked to my left to see the guy next to me yacking cheap liquor as the plane jolted again to the left. I was thankful I didn’t get motion sickness as the plane lurched forward and then landed with a loud thud on the hard pavement to cars honking.

~Word Count: 101 Words~

 

#MysteryMonday Missing Spider

Continued from Friday’s post CoffeeTime

“It’s gone…I don’t…know,” Jamie puffed into the phone incoherently.
“Hold tight, I’m on my way,” I responded as I hung up the phone and started up my car.
I found Jamie on the floor of his garage surrounded by crumpled paper, bubble wrap, and little glass containers. “I’ve searched in all of these…it’s gone.”
“Maybe whats-her-face took it when she moved out.”
“No,” Jamie replied flatly to my suggestion.
“Look no one wants a fossilized spider…it has to be here somewhere.”
“It’s not just any spider it’s rare, it’s ancient, and the prize of my collection! Someone took it!”
“Why would some want to do that?” I asked as I gingerly shuffled through the containers of arachnids and assorted insects.
“To hurt me,” Jamie whined like a child. I paused from my search to give Jaime a look that said I did not buy that reasoning to which he responded quietly, “To sell it.”
“Is it valuable?” I questioned. I had no idea about these things. I tried to avoid spiders altogether. Just sorting through Jamie’s current collection made me a little squeamish.
“Oh yes, to a museum or other similar collection, the specimen could fetch a price of $2.84 million and at auction even more.”
“And you were keeping in your garage? Let’s start making a list of who knew you had the fossil and wanted it and then talk about your choice of storage options.”

~Word Count: 240 words~

#FridayFictioneers Coffee Time

I work on poetry at my other blog, A Full Cup of Tea, and dabble in some short stories and flash fiction here with the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. Every Friday authors from around the world gather to share their 100-word stories based on the photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. We offer support, constructive criticism, and encouragement to each other. Readers are encouraged to comment. My contribution for the week follows the photo prompt below…

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Photo Copyright Jean L. Hays

The sunlight dancing around through the clear panes of the coffee shop window kept the second cup of coffee warm across the table. I rocked back on the legs of the uneven bar stool to sneak a peek at my phone again. Twenty-five minutes late and no response. This was so unlike Jamie I thought with an audible sigh. The blonde barista began to notice my distress as the morning rush had now scurried out of the shop. As she approached the table my phone buzzed, I grabbed Jamie’s coffee and headed for the door, “Where are you?!”

~Word Count: 98 words~

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#FridayFictioneers : Season of Change

I work on poetry at my other blog, A Full Cup of Tea, and dabble in some short stories and flash fiction here with the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. Every Friday authors from around the world gather to share their 100 word stories based on the photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. We offer support, constructive criticism, and encouragement to each other . Readers are encouraged to comment. My contribution for the week follows the photo prompt below…

PHOTO PROMPT - © Jennifer Pendergast

PHOTO PROMPT – © Jennifer Pendergast

An aging woman with long black braided hair tugged on the canoe and shouted, “Do not leave me!”

“I must go. I am no longer a child; I have to make something of myself,” the young man answered calmly, without looking.

“You can do that here, among our people.”

“Now is the time for changes. These trees are turning from green to red after harvest just as my hair is beginning to fade from chestnut to rust.”

“Where will you go?”

“I will head south. Scouts told of the new army camp set up by the river.”

“Be careful, son.”

–Historical Fiction: 100 words–

Background: The characters in this story are based on my own family tree. My 6th great-grandmother on my mother’s side was a full-blood Cherokee woman of the Long Hair Clan. “Prisoners of war, orphans of other tribes, and others with no Cherokee tribe were often adopted into this clan”. She was married to a Scottish immigrant for a short time; I’m not sure how they met or became married. They had two children before divorce. Her son, my 5th great-grandfather, became and interpreter for the Cherokee Nation and a scout for the United States Army from the information I can find. I don’t know what they really looked like or if they really had any moments like this, but I imagine they had complex relationships and lived in a very dynamic time in history. I obviously took on the Scottish genetic traits with there being some Scotch/Irish on the other side of my tree to produce that double recessive MCR1 red hair gene.

Dinosaur Dreams

I work on poetry at my other blog,A Full Cup of Tea, and dabble in some short stories and flash fiction here with the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. Every Friday authors from around the world gather to share their 100 word stories based on the photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. We offer support, constructive criticism, and encouragement to each other . Readers are encouraged to comment. My contribution for the week follows the photo prompt below…

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PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

Running…running…

A loud roar in the distance causes me to stumble over my feet. Shoving sticky green foliage out of my way only slows down my escape. The jungle is so dark it’s unreal, but the fear I feel is real. As I run from the roaring tremors closing in,  I struggle to catch my breath. The monster is closing in…

Woosh…clean air pains my lungs as I break free from the thick, hot jungle onto a cliff’s ledge. Snarling teeth snap below. Do I take a chance?

Another tremendous roar reinforces my jump…

Then I wake up.

— Dreamscape: 100 words–