Friday Fictioneers: Missing in France


PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

“My husband is missing, you must help me!” I pleaded in broken French.

The lieutenant behind the desk rolled his eyes, “Has it been 48 hours?”

“No, but…”

He pointed at his watch, “48 hours.”

“Unbelievable.” I muttered and stormed out of the station.

Jumping back into the waiting cab, I said, “Back to the hotel.”

The cabbie nodded, skillfully weaving through the French alleyways. After several turns, it’d occurred to me he didn’t take the original route. “Stop!” I grabbed the door handle, almost flying out of the cab. There he was, dead as a door-nail, steps from his rental scooter.

(100 words)

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.

14 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Missing in France

    • I didn’t see that cat until after I finished the story. I’m guessing that cat was just there to find a place to sit. But great question, I’m still thinking about the culprit of his death.

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