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#FF — Harvest

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

WARNING:  may not be suitable for squeamish readers

Rats gnawing. Stabbing pain. Falling forever. Maniacal laughter.

Trevor woke with a splash, teeth chattering enough to chip his caps, in a tub he didn’t recognize. The water was ice cold – and pink. Head fuzzy, he cast about to orient. White towels soaked bright red lined the small ceramic-tiled floor. His back throbbed.

The last thing Trevor remembered was laughing with a knockout brunette at a club Sammy had told him about. Ree suggested they move to a table in the back shadows where they could get cozy. The last thing he drank was a special martini Ree suggested.

[100 words]



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Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the authoress/artist host of Friday Fictioneers.

67 thoughts on “#FF — Harvest

  1. During one of my frequent sleepless nights the other week I turned on the television (which usually sends me to sleep) and found a documentary on this very subject. Needless to say, there was little sleep to be had after that! Well done – this practice needs to be given more airing.

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