Monday 29 June 2015


29th June 2015

This is a unique flash fiction challenge where we provide you with a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story.  

Your challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided. Don’t forget to use the opening sentence…  

This challenge runs from Monday to Sunday! Get creative and have fun finishing the story!

Please include the photo with your bit of flash and a link back to this post. Do not forget to click on the blue frog and add your link so that others can enjoy your story too! 

Now let’s have some fun!

Photo credit:  Barbara W. Beacham 

This week’s Finish The Story begins with:  “The Mayor and the town manager waved as their next victim approached.”


The Mayor and the town manager waved as their next victim approached.

They knew what they had to do.  Many times before they’d tried and many times they had failed.  This time they both felt it in their bones that they would be successful.

The mayor and the town manager were both in their third term of office so it was now or never to make and leave their mark on the town, to be remembered for something so meaningful that their grandchildren’s children would still be talking about Dwight and Billy-Bob’s wonderful scheme.

As it turned out things didn't go quite according to plan.  Their victim was a journalist from upstate New York, wise to these back country yokels or so he thought, when the joke actually turned on its heels and smacked him one in the mouth.  

Dwight and Billy-Bob said in unison, “he shoulda believed us when we told him to be careful descending in to the Treacle Mines.”

Word count: 150 

For those who may be interested in Treacle Mines:

An amusing anecdote about Frittenden comes from the 1930's when many visitors from London came down to the area in their new fangled motor cars. One local wag decided that these 'Tourists' should visit the Treacle Mines at Frittenden which were reported to produce much of the world’s treacle supply. So many Londoners were sent into the country lanes of Kent on a wild goose chase.



Friday 26 June 2015


The following photo is the PHOTO PROMPT.  Use 100 words or less. 

PHOTO PROMPT – © Kent Bonham 


Her heart started to beat faster

The footsteps were getting nearer

Security lights illuminated the shops

She half skipped and gave a hop

Fumbling in her pocket for her mobile

She tripped, twisting her ankle

He was upon her before she knew it

Punching and kicking she fought and hit

Her attacker smacked her face

She felt for her canister of mace

One squirt and he’d run away

She’d be safe for another day
She smelt his rancid breath

Said a prayer before her death

The sirens sounded, wailing

As her heart started failing.