My first time with Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple (that sounds like my sister – addicted to purple).
I’m branching out again. Got to hone those skills! Please click the link to read some very fine 100 word stories based on a photo prompt.
If you care to leave a comment please know that I not only welcome constructive criticism, but encourage it.
The police entered the restaurant, and Robert understood his time was up. He did not relish the lengthy trial, and possible conviction. Yet relief, from running, unwound its way through him.
Like The Fugitive, he did not kill his wife. But the circumstantial evidence pointed to no one else.
His bicycle, tethered to a tree, became his talisman. If the trial went his way, and no one stole it, he’d return and claim it. As his hands were cuffed behind his back he remembered the image of that rusted bicycle embedded inside the trunk of a tree, forgotten, as he would be, as the system consumed his life.