Friday Fictioneers: Witness Statement

Copyright – Claire Fuller

If you were standing by the docks last night, near the old tires factory, you would’ve felt the ground jolt. No, it wasn’t an earthquake.

It was a… well, I don’t know what it was. It was a ritual of some kind? I was taking a breather from my shift, you know, smoking a joint, when the bonfire shot up from over there. Poor guy, he was gagged and blindfolded. God knows what happened to him.

They did something to him, all right. I wish I know but he’s in there, in that warehouse, probably charred, dead, or worse, mutilated.


(100 words)

For Friday Fictioneers

To read my previous attempt at this photo in 2014, click here.

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