Welcome to Friday Fictioneers where each week close to 100 people participate in a flash fiction challenge based on a photo prompt.
This week’s photo ~ Copyright Janet Webb
And now my 100 word story:
“Are you sure this is safe?” Amanda whispered fearfully.
“Trust me” Jessica assured her younger cousin while gently easing her out the window. “I do this every Thursday night when Mom goes to bed early. As long as we are home by 2 am when she gets up to go to work, no one will ever know”.
“Why is that dress there?” Amanda asked as they crept down the fire escape?
“I don’t know” Jessica said while watching out for nosey neighbors. “Just keep moving. Once we get to the party you will forget all about being scared. Trust me”.
The Day After 
Nice one! Oh, boy…this is the first I’ve seen of it. It’s a goodie.
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Thanks Bumble. I think it’s good to be first in this group. the competition is fierce!
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I always worry when people say, “Trust me” or when they start a sentence with, “Honestly…” It usually downhill (or in this case, down the fire escape) from there.
janet
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Yes, me too. It’s why I used the phrase three times, counting the title; to drive that very point.
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So this is how it’s done! 😉 Greetings from the girl who accidentally did the wrong writing prompt.
I really liked yours! I agree with Janet that “Trust me” is a phrase that always makes me nervous in fiction. For a second, I thought one of them was going to end up losing her dress while trying to sneak out and I grew concerned about the impending embarrassment. Haha.
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I’m afraid my imagination doesn’t stretch that far Amanda but thanks for the props. Truth is I was confused about the prompt also. I did not realize it was a dress until after I posted mine and started reading the others. I thought it was a bag. I could not for the life of me figure out what kind of bag or why it would be hanging there but that’s what I thought. Originality Amanda asks “What is in that bag?” After reading a couple I came back and changed it to “Why is that dress there?”
If I had realized it was a dress my story probably would have been totally different. So you see, we have something in common. 😉
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That dress is there for a reason. I think it will be gone when they get back, and they’ll be worried sick that mom will be in it, up and waiting on them (but maybe it just blew down) Never-the-less they’ll still be crazy as to what to do. Randy
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Lol Randy, you know they will get busted, don’t you. It always happens eventually.
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Good story…
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Thanks Lily 🙂
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I was never that brave. My words would have been, “Trust me, my mom knows instantly when I’m up to something. I’m not going!” Great story, Lingeringvisions!
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I never was either. I was no saint but it would have NEVER have even occurred to me to sneak out!
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A very convincing dialogue… there’s always a ringleader and you captured her.
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You know how those older cousins are. 😉
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Are you sure the dress isn’t for mum, who’s just pretending to go to bed early?
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Wouldn’t it be funny if their two secret lives collided on the fire-escape!
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I’m finding something disturbing about this, but I guess it’s just the over protective mum in me! I’m worried for them 🙂
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You are supposed to be. Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
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The dress would surely be the traitor, giving them away. very well-told
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It doesn’t have sleeves so it can’t point. 😉
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There’s a story after this story. Nice c
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Yes, we hope it isn’t about an unwanted pregnancy or cops.
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Yep – ‘trust me’ rarely ends well… I wonder what happened next? Good one!
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Boy, don’t I know it! lol..Thanks for your comment.
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i absolutely loved this! Well done.
my link from the comments doesn’t seem to work so: http://pviljoen.wordpress.com/2013/05/31/last-dance/
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Thank you.
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Love how you made the dress unimportant – very original 🙂
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Liked this, What happens next?
Dee
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They grow up, have children of their own then get together ever so often and tell remember when stories over wine (after the kids have gone to bed 😉 )
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🙂 🙂
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‘Trust me’? Sounds like the kiss of death to me!! 🙂 Very nice story!!
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Thank you.
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Love it that the dress remains a mystery.
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Can’t you just imagine the younger cousin looking back and wondering (she’s never seen such a thing) and the older one trying to hurry her up; she has seen stuff like that her whole life.
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Yes I can, the characters and there relationship worked well.
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Thanks, that’s the beauty of flash fiction.
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I like the idea of girls sneaking out!
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I’m guessing you are not a mother..yet. 😉
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Dear Dawn,
As soon as Jessica said, “Trust me.” Amanda should’ve run the other direction.
Believable dialogue with just the right touch of apprehension. You left me worried about what these two are up to.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Little cousins always follow big cousins. It’s the way of the world. 😉
Thanks for stopping by Rochelle.
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She’s got the system down to a tee, it sounds. it sure is a lot easier to sneak in and out with a fire escape on the building. 🙂
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My first thought when I saw the picture prompt 😉
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Great story, Dawn. Sounds like the start of one of those country cousin comes to visit city cousin tales.
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Trust me is never a good sign. It is usually the way the one trying to do something they shouldn’t cons another into sharing the danger and likely the blame if something goes wrong, which in a movie like this always does. Will it be a horrific ending or just a case of getting busted by the parents?
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So true, Joe. Thanks for commenting 🙂
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