Friday Fictioneers: Officer Down

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: © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

And now my 100 word story:

Waking up I see the ornate ceiling and wonder where I am. My head hurts. Why am I laying here? I don’t try to get up, it’s all I can do to open my eyes. There seems to be a lot of noise and it’s getting louder. Someone shines a light in my eyes. I am being pushed and prodded.

I hear 1-2-3 and I am lifted only to be put down again. It’s softer than the floor. What the hell happened? And then I remember the gun. I remember the flash.

The son-of-a-bitch shot me.

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