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Last Memory

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The image was burned into her memory as clear as a photo. The coffee-cup motif with the address above it.   Of course she remembered it sideways, viewed as she lay on the floor with consciousness slipping away.   She knew that was where he had died, where he’d been killed.   Thanks to the bullet in her brain she couldn’t remember anything else – not his name, or her own for that matter. But that was enough, a place to start her hunt; she would find them and make them pay. But first she had to get the IV out of her arm.

Friday Fictioneers 100 words

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Gunshots (Friday Fictioneers)

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There were like these gunshots outta nowhere.  I’m like “whoa, somebody’s shootin’, what’s going on Jimmy?”  Cause I was rollin’ with my man Jimmy.

But then I saw Jimmy was down, and I was all “Jimmy’s down, Jimmy’s down.”  Cause Jimmy was like down and shit.  There was blood and I was freaking out, “Jimmy caught one.”  Yeah, he got shot, what’d I say?

So I gotta call 5-oh and shit, but I ain’t got no phone, so I checked for a PF1.  But then the handset was all shot or busted or whatever.  Good thing you guys came anyways.

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Other Friday Fictioneers posts of mine can be found as below:

Shadows

Michael Nicoletta

Other posts for the same picture can be found here.

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Shadows (Friday Fictioneers)

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This was where it happened 30 years ago.  Where a stepfather despoiled the innocence of a scared little boy and coerced silence.

Here, too, was where he’d planned revenge and escape.  An old kitchen knife rusted in the weeds even now, along with remnants of his youth.  But plans are just fantasies for scared little boys; in the end escape takes longer than you think you can last.

He was drawn here today after the funeral of the carnal criminal, whose shadow still darkened his past, present and future.  He sat smoking for hours, wondering if he had finally escaped.

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Other contributions for this week’s 100 word story challenge can be found here.

My other Friday Fictioneer short:  Michael Nicoletta

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Michael Nicoletta (Friday Fictioneers)

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Hard to believe the proprietor of such a kitschy little bar used to work for the mob.  But I guess that’s the point of witness relocation.

Unfortunately for the bartender formerly known as Michael Nicoletta an old friend of the “Family” recognized him.

Didn’t take long for me to get the call after that.  I’m the exterminator called in to deal with rats.  Feel ridiculous in my Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses, but helps people not remember my face.

I sit in the corner ‘til I’m the last customer.  Then I make sure I’m the very last customer of Michael Nicoletta.

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This is my attempt at the Friday Fictioneers challenge to write a 100 word short story based on the image.  You can find quite a few other contributions here.

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