“The scream, which occurs every day at precisely 3 PM, can be heard from a mile away. During the moments when the scream take place, all the activities in the hospital will cease to exist. All the nurses, doctors, and staff will run and hide beneath a table, chair, something, and press their hands against their ears. No one knows where the scream comes from. No one except the doctors in the inner circle.”
“Were you one of those doctors, grandma?” Billy asked.
“Oh heavens no, they didn’t allow girls to be doctors those days. Anyway, off to bed.” Grandma winked.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.