Friday Fictioneers: Old Joe

Joe worked at the local bar, doing anything that was asked. He lived upstairs in a makeshift apartment, a bed and a hot plate. He never had much money, most of his pay went for his rent and his tab.

He’d do anything for you, but you had to get him early enough, he got sloppier as the night went on.

Joe couldn’t keep a girlfriend, hell he couldn’t keep a friend, but everyone said he was a good guy.

He was found in the alley one morning, one shot to the head. There were no suspects and the killer was never found.

This week’s photo: © Amanda Forestwood

You might be wondering what this has to do with the picture. I wasn’t sure what the picture was so I did some research on the internet. It’s a rabbit hole, but long story short I came across a song called Old Joe Clark. I would include the song but the only things my story have in common with the song are the man’s name is Joe, he drank a lot and he was murdered.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly 100 word writing challenge inspired by a picture prompt. Click here to read other stories.


42 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Old Joe

  1. I imagine that Old Joe stood on a stage in front of royalty once, playing his violin. Demon alcohol has taken down the best. May he rest in peace and play in the heavenly orchestra.


  2. Interesting story (and back story — and yes to the rabbit hole — me too). It is amazing that more have not ended up like Joe. Charles Bukowski comes to mind.
    Rereading, I am now wondering if Joe’s killer was not Joe, himself.
    Well done, Dawn.


    • I had a hard time with this one. Once the story started I began typing away, then the daunting task of cutting it down to 100 words. But maybe now that I have a character sketch it will be helpful later. IDK..
      Thanks Alicia.


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