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.
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 little frog. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.
I’m awfully late this week. I’m stressed out from work and had no idea whatsoever, a complete creative blackout. On Saturday I had an idea that ended up with 149 words. I cut it down to 111 and found that the essence of the story was gone and I was left with words without meaning. I was ready to give up, but I miss you people… So I sat down again, started the same idea from a different angle and now arrived at 100 words with the main theme still intact–and understandable I hope.
Image © Sandra Crook Used with permission for this Friday Fictioneers Challenge only. Any other use of this image requires Sandra’s permission.
It Cannot Be Wrong
He lies there like a ragdoll. Maybe I should let him die.
He’d have killed me in an instant if he’d caught me. Salvaging’s dangerous, the crazed gang kids’ll kill you for sport.
Not this one though. Something broke when he tumbled. His life hangs by a thread.
Damn, he looks so young… he’s just a child. They recruit them early, easier to indoctrinate I suppose.
Can’t let him lie there, I’ll take him to Doc Miller. Maybe he can be turned. We are too few people already.
The killing must stop if we want to survive. People need hope.
The title comes from this quote: To save a life is a real and beautiful thing. To make a home for the homeless, yes, it is a thing that must be good; whatever the world may say, it cannot be wrong. — Vincent van Gogh