Trick or Treat

It was supposed to be a joke. But the wailing sirens and flashing blue lights told a different story as the ambulance and police car crammed into the tiny cul-de-sac.

Young Teddy Hamilton stood over the lifeless body of Mrs Fenwick, unsure whether to run or try pummelling her chest again.

As the policeman approached, Teddy stepped outside his body and surveyed the scene. The woman lying dead, his fake blood-soaked hospital scrubs, which he had thought were awesome, now seemed childish. He’d aged a few years in the last few seconds.

‘It was supposed to be a joke.’

FF - Trick or Treat - 11.07
PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young

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This piece was written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Addicted to Purple.

Each week a photo prompt is given and the challenge is write a flash fiction piece of no more than one hundred words.

Find other Friday Fictioneer stories here.

23 thoughts on “Trick or Treat

  1. That’s really well written, Jen.
    I like your use of repetition (haha! seen any repetition in our mutual comments?!), which is different from mine. Yours is very subtle, because it allows the line to resonate to so many different emotions; remorse from Teddy; incredulity that anyone could be so daft from the policeman; posthumous forgiveness from Mrs Fenwick, perhaps; incredulity that things could have gone so badly wrong, maybe.
    And the rest of the story is beautifully judged too, for pace and fluency.
    Nice work!

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  2. I suppose they could require signs at certain decorated houses , to warn those with heart conditions, etc., like they do on crazy amusement park rides. But it may have just been her time. I know a haunted house event we went to scared my socks off. Not so fun, now, as it was at 15.

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