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Friday Fictioneers

Its Thursday here but Friday at FF where our lovely hostess Rochelle Wisoff Fields, has set shop again with an interesting photo prompt.This week the photo prompt is by Erin Leary,thank you Erin .As my  regular readers know,writers from all over the world gather at FF,every Friday, to spin a tale based on this prompt in about 100 words, give or take a few.For more details and rules click on the url http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/friday-fictioneers-2/

My 97 words follow the photo prompt below.

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Copyright – Erin Leary

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Dusk fell.

Perkins waited near the foggy path.

His wife was away.

Timing had to be perfect.

He wondered if she would come.

He was dying to taste her…

A shadowy figure appeared.

It was her and she held a small bundle.

His greedy mind conjured up ripe images.

He imagined his teeth sinking into tender skin.

Reaching him, she thrust the bundle at him, “God forgive me! This is insane!”

Perkins grabbed it and ripped off the skin.

Blood dribbled down his chin.

Nothing like a juicy steak! High cholesterol be damned!

“Thanks Sis!”

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So much for Clairvoyance

Trifecta: Week Sixty-Three

 

This week’s word is:

PATH
1: a trodden way
2: a track specially constructed for a particular use
3a : course, route
  b : a way of life, conduct, or thought

 
Please remember:
  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response.
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above. 
  • Only one entry per writer.
  • Trifecta is open to everyone.  Please join us.
 
This week’s challenge is community-judged.
 
 
This one was not easy at all but then could not give up without trying,could I?So here is my fictional piece:-)
 
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So much for Clairvoyance

 

  

Samantha looked at the house carefully. The house looked cheerful enough with its blue green shutters on the windows & red tiled roof. A little quaint maybe, but nothing that seemed out of place.

 

Still, she felt uneasy, especially when she remembered how she had met no one-no one at all, while treading her path towards this place. 

 

At 30, she had had more than her share of adventures. She was with the Homicide department, working as special agent .Her Masters in Criminal Psychology was only a cover –her real talent was clairvoyance.

 

She rang the bell.

 

A young woman opened the door, “Detective Samantha Jones. I am here to investigate the death of the twins.”

 

“Please come in. I am their aunt, Melinda”

 

“I would like to meet everyone.”

 

“Yes,of course.”

 

 

Two days back, the 3 year old twins had been found in the nursery, with their throats slit.

 

Samantha despised killers & child killers were the worst of the lot.

After a while Melinda returned, followed by a wan looking Susie, the mother of the murdered twins, her husband Dave, his cousin Jenny, a close friend Mark & his girlfriend Connie.

 

Angie, the housekeeper, set a tea tray in front of her. 

As Samantha was introduced, she shook hands .Images flooded her mind & she saw things she wished she would never have to see again.

 

“Beasts! Won’t let you get away this time!” she thought.

 

Funny, Samantha thought a little later, the tea has made me drowsy.

 

 

“Is she unconscious?” she asked

 

“She is dead, stupid! Her tea was poisoned,” he said

 

“We could not have her catching us!” affirmed another.

 

“But, what will we do with the body?” she wailed.

 

“Shut up woman! No one need ever know she was here,” growled the man.

 

“Yes, good thing she did not come by car & that we were ready.” she added, smiling.

 

“Go, get that vat of acid out in the backyard, we need to start working immediately,” he commanded.

 

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