The Deserted Car

‘Every deserted car has a tale to tell,’ Jimmy said in an ominous voice.

His friend wasn’t impressed.

‘What’s the tale this car is telling?’

Jimmy pretended to seriously ponder for a few seconds, ‘I think someone deliberately left this car here to hide something…..perhaps a dead body….. I saw a movie…..the goons killed a girl and left her in the boot of a car…’

‘Let’s go and check…. there may…. in this car also’

Jimmy felt scared but reluctantly followed his friend. He had to act bravely; he was two years older.

The friend opened the boot of the car and shrieked in terror.   

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A post for Friday Fictioneers

Word count 105

The Broken Door

There was something about the house that disturbed her.

“Are you sure that it’s a suitable place….? I mean it’s quite isolated and…….”

“Don’t tell that you believe the rumour….”

She was about to say something but they heard a knock at the door.

It was an old man.

“I live close by. I just dropped in to tell that the door is broken,” old man pointed to the main door.

But it wasn’t broken.

They looked at each other, suspiciously. The old man glared at them and left, in anger.

To their horror he just walked through the closed door.  

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A post for Friday Fictioneers

Word count 101

The Fence

‘Kid, don’t go near the fence; it’s electrified.’

‘But why this fence? And why electrified?’

‘It’s for our safety.’

‘Our safety?

‘Yes, they are protecting us. And they mean to do a pretty job.’

‘Protecting us? Why? From whom?’

‘Well, I too have often wondered. But I never found out.’

‘They are fooling us.’

‘I guess you are right.’

Three men appeared. They looked like clones.

‘The robots are here, grandpa.’

‘You have again not paid your taxes.’

‘I need a little time,’ said the old man.

‘Your time is up.’

They lifted the old man and pushed him towards the fence.

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A post for Friday Fictioneers.

Word count 102