100-word Flash Fiction
This week’s story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
I’ve gone from light humor in last week’s story to something a bit dark. Enjoy!
The sign on the tent at the back corner of the carnival read: “Selena the Psychic: Telling fortunes and granting wishes.”
“Wishes. Sure,” scoffed Darla as she eyed the guy in the blue shirt. And, yes, there was Tammy. Right there in the next chair.
“Next!” droned Selena’s assistant.
Twenty-five dollars. What have I got to lose? She handed over the bills and took her seat.
Before she could speak…
A broken chain swinging wildly from a motionless ride.
A blue and bloodied splatter stained the loose gravel.
Darla grimaced as she headed for the parking lot.