Flash, Mini Story, Mystery

Silent Night

Our gracious host, Rochelle, at Friday Fictioneers
encourages us to be creative by writing a story in 100
words or less using the photo prompt below. I am also
going with Fandangoโ€™s Story Starter #222 to provide
my first sentence. Hereโ€™s where the prompts took me.

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Short Prose

A Dangerous Profession: Conclusion

Written for OLWG, FOWC and
Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge.
This is the conclusion to my story.

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Short Story

Desperate Times

Written for Kevinโ€™s No Theme Thursday 10.31.24.
Weโ€™re offered incredibly creative images to inspire
and get our writing juices flowing. This is my story
.

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Uncategorized

ST. MONICA

ยฉ Ayr/Gray

Frank Rogan, a huge man with a fearsome-looking scar down the side of his face, hoisted himself out of the police car; ice blue eyes cold as death stared at his detective.

โ€œWhatโ€™s up, Finney?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s them Italian boys, Chief, the ones from the projects. We nabbed โ€˜em!โ€

โ€œWhere are they?โ€

โ€œIn the tunnels below St. Monicaโ€™s.โ€

Shoving his way passed the detective, Rogan stepped into the dank tunnel; it reeked of urine, paint and hopelessness. At the bottom of the steps were two patrolmen, hands firmly detaining two scared boys. A third boy leaned against the wall, hands thrust deep in his pockets, cap low on his forehead.

โ€œWell, if it ainโ€™t Nicky Pisano and his two stinkinโ€™ turds.โ€

The cops laughed; Rogan ordered they take the two boys back to the police car. โ€œYou too, Finney. Me and Nicky got business to take care of.โ€

Once alone, Rogan shoved Nicky to the ground. โ€œYou and your bastard ginzo friends have been busy down here, Nicky, desecrating the church. Now youโ€™re gonna pay for this sullying.โ€

Rogan loomed over Nicky. โ€œYouโ€™re one of them pretty boys, ainโ€™t ya? You look like your mother sprawled on her back.โ€ Rogan sneered, his hand rubbing the scar on his face.

Nicky roared and sprang to his feet but Rogan was ready, grabbing Nicky by the neck.

โ€œUp against the wall or on your knees, pretty boy โ€“ however you like it.”

Unbearable pain seared through Roganโ€™s groin as Nickyโ€™s shiv found its mark.

NAR ยฉ 2023
250 Words

Authorsโ€™ Note: St. Monica is the patron saint of wayward children and troubled boys.