#FridayFictioneers – Virus

PHOTO PROMPT © Ceayr

Margie sat stiffly on the bench, her satchel placed beneath it, under a cloudless summer sky. Sparrows splashed in the fountain directly in front of her, but her glazed eyes never saw them.

A gloved man in a fine black suit came around the fountain to join her. He took note of her eyes and bare hands. It took all of his considerable will not to pull away.

“Do you have it?”

“Yes,” Margie replied standing and swaying as she found her feet.

She had disappeared before he carefully took the satchel in his gloved hand and left the park.

WC: 100


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#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at RochelleWisoff.com, where our gracious host challenges us to fathom a story based on that weeks photo prompt in just 100 words. Thanks Rochelle! You should totally check it out and perhaps try your hand at your very own 100 word story!

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27 thoughts on “#FridayFictioneers – Virus

  1. I don’t feel so weird now that everybody’s germaphobic. Welcome, everyone! People are gross. I had a lady in her 60s tell me that she never shakes hands because “you never know who has the ‘dick-hand.'” She meant people who don’t wash after going to the bathroom.

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    1. Think nasty germ warfare smuggled from some black budget research lab for what’s inside the satchel. As far as going back, I think we will. Humans seem to have a very short memory, for better or worse.

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