Den of Iniquity, Brood of Vipers…
Those automated doom machines are on the loose.
The Chief of Police is in a coma.
The mayor and sheriff are dead.
… as I crawled home I saw
Marjorie Finklestein in her flowery pink bathrobe.
“Ms Finklestein,” I shook her, no response.
Almost every night, she shuffled across the street to gather up her little dog.
I could hear her slippers …
Public officials are one thing, but little old ladies gathering up the things they love for a night’s rest?
“Lily I can’t take this.” I shook my hands toward the heavens.
This Flash Fiction is in response to the picture prompt of the Wasp Nest. Rochellle Wisoff-Fields is the hostess of the weekly meme Friday Fictioneers. Come check it and the fabulous stories out.
Every week based on the prompt I am writing a (noir) serial about a detective in a place called Newcago who tries to round up the bad guys at night. The stakes were just raised with the introduction of the automated Doom Cycle; crime just got harder to fight!
Week 5 in Newcago Serial The Doom Cycle
Week 4 in Newcago Serial Helpless
Week 3 in Newcago Serial When the Lights Go On
week 2 in Newcago Serial Can’t Kill The Thirst
Week 1 in Newcago Serial Secret Weapon
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