The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner will open early Thursday morning, January 19th. Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.)
This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Wednesday night, January 25th, 2017.
“Ahummmmm…. hi,” I said, staring at the wildly decorated man before me, thrusting out fists, each finger ringed by a silver skull.
The man stared over his fists; angry eyes.
I took a step back. “I… apologize…. I must…. be at the wrong…..house.”
I wasn’t much on tattoos. Didn’t know much about them; didn’t care. At least he wasn’t pierced out the wazoo. Some of the piercings I’d seen made me want to be sick.
He dropped his hands, grinned. “Come on in, man, you looking for Suzie?”
“Ah….. yes….. I am. Thanks.” I stepped over the threshold, wondering if I was stepping into a madhouse.
He held out a hand. “Devon, Suzie’s brother.”
“Nate,” I replied, taking his hand. “Is…. she ready?”
Footsteps clattered down the stairs. Suzie gave me a cheek kiss. “Ready.”
I drew in a breath just as Devon reached back and picked up the gun.