The Drunk: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

Friday Fictioneers is a challenge set by Rochelle Fields where writers around the world create 100 word stories inspired by the one image.

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I stare across our front lawn. The drunk is passed out next to his poorly parked shit heap.

So he did make it home last night.

It’s only a matter of time before the cops get him, or the Berley boys, I just hope it’s before he kills someone.

I decide I better attempt to drag him in the house.

I approach him and see blood, a lot of blood. I check his pulse. I grin wickedly to myself as I walk inside to call 000.

I am yet to know who or how, but someone has set me free.

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**NOTE** ‘000’ is the Aussie equivalent to ‘911’.

This week’s PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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14 Comments on “The Drunk: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

  1. I’m guessing there was a whole herd of issues cluttering this relationship. Oh well, it sounds like her life just became a heck of a lot simpler.

  2. Neighbourhood drunks can pose a big problem. Your disposal of this one is deft. I’m glad for her that she no longer has to put up with this one, and what a nice girl she is for being willing to go out and help him inside. Nicely told.

  3. Great story of just desserts I think. The only part that threw me was the shit heap. For a second I thought you meant excrement poorly positioned. LOL worked it out though. Glad she no longer has to put up with him but sad that he had to die.

  4. The freedom from worry is nice, but it’s still sad. We don’t know much about his personality, only that drinking led to an early demise.

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