With thanks to our gentle and diplomatic Friday Fictioneers host Rochelle Wisoff–Fields, and to Fatima Fakier Deria for this week’s photo prompt. It was HARD but I actually told the tale in 100 words.
My computer is for some reason uncooperative, but at Rochelle’s blog you can click on the “Frog” and read the stories other bloggers have posted in response to this photo.
PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria
“I wonder how many ships down there are running drugs?”
Andy turned to the senior manager standing by the window. “What makes you…. Oh, hey. I’m sorry, Marv.”
Marv nodded and turned to go, icy anger replacing his usual grin. Exiting the office he suddenly slammed his fist into the door-frame.
The junior clerk looked up, shocked.
“Last week police found Marv’s grandson and fiancee dead in his apartment,” Andy explained. “That new street drug…the one cops are warning about…”
The clerk swore softly. A few minutes later he headed for the toilet…and flushed six white tablets.