The Game – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

C.E. Ayr
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The Game

I was convinced that none of this was real until I saw her in the Japanese garden: my classmate Tamiko playing the shamisen. She had disappeared after she’d joined the dissidents. Authorities told us she’d been sent to Japan studying discipline. Yet here she was.

She lifted her head and looked at me, recognition flickering in her eyes. Fear clutched my guts. Holograms don’t do that. Was this a trap? Why was she here? How should I react? If she wasn’t a hol, what about the others? I felt sick thinking about them, the ones I’d killed in the game.

(100 words)

I pledge
The task of the challenge is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the Froggy. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.


49 thoughts on “The Game – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

  1. Oh no, such a heart-wrenching realization, that this might not have been an innocent game at all. And what a way to punish dissidents, whew. Someone in power has a sick sense of humor (and you have a great imagination).

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