Friday Fictioneers: Mistaken Identity

Every week, Rochelle hosts a Photo Fiction challenge to make a story up of around 100 words from the photo provided. If you want to have a go, head over to her blog here, or see what others have written here.

If you want to know where this story fits in, then head either here for the shortcut, or select FICTION >> FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: AL and JULES to go via the long way.

Mistaken Identity

Raynard stood solidly in the rising elevator, holding a body by the collar. He smiled, knowing that very soon, another of Saskia’s helpers would die by his hand.

Stepping off at the fifth floor, and finding the correct apartment, he held the body facing away from the peephole and knocked on the door.

Who is it?”

Detective Rush

As the door opened, Raynard dropped the body, grabbed Crannson and threw him against the wall with all of his strength, hearing multiple bones smash at the same time. Then he tore the head from the neck. He swore as he realised this was not his intended target. Crannson had escaped.

What Is In A Number

I had a notification today that I had new “followers” – I prefer the term “reader” myself, doesn’t make me seem like a Deity wannabe then. Then I had another notification immediately afterwards with an award.

Thank you to everyone who has decided that they want to read my blog and receive updates. I wish I could read everyone’s blogs who read mine, but unfortunately, I just don’t have the time. To the 1,337 who are reading mine – thank you and welcome.