ADRENALINE JUNKIES

ShoesCarefully rereading the note, I pocketed it and quickly slipped the sneakers in my backpack.

Since giving up my field assignments at MI-6, scavenger hunts have become my drug of choice… my safe adrenaline rush.

Agatha, my over-protective wife, was far more understanding of my once-a-month-Saturdays being spend with a group of former operatives than my previous job.

She would laugh at being called over-protective. I have to admit, the stint with the agency had had its harrowing moments: kidnapped three times, wounded seven, in a coma during the birth of our second child.

I understand her relief when I chose to retire.

So, onward toward the prize.

Spying Amanda at the corner of the pier, I crouched and tagged her. Her chest flashed RED- I was granted a kill.

That left only Brad and a designated sleeper.

And only two more dead drops to find.



Written for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner- 2018. Week 41. Requirements: Using the picture prompt provided, create a flash story of under 200 words.

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CONSUMER RECALL

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CONSUMER RECALL



“No way I’m getting in that thing!”

“It’s completely safe, Uncle.”

“That’s what we’re here to see, Waldo. You need my seal of approval.”

“Yes, Uncle. The Consumer Safety Seal is very important to us.”

“Well, I already see major problems. No air bags front or sides. No windshield wipers. No lights of any type. No seat belts. Heck, it doesn’t even have seats!”

“None of those things are needed, Uncle. In this model, you have all-surround vision. There are no blind spots. You have fender-tenacity variations. If you are bumped or hit by accident, this vehicle immediately conforms to the target. No injuries to car or man.”

“Fender-tenacity. What in tarnation is that? This thing has no fenders.”

“Uncle…”



Written for Written for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner- 2018: Week #35. (A late entry) Requirements: Create a 200 word (or less) flash fictions story using the photo prompt provided.

FOURTEENTH AND FOUR

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“Locked and loaded”

“Is the target in sight?”

“That’s what I just said!”

“Well, if you want me to help, speak English.”

“That is English, dipweed.”

“What’s a dipweed?”

“Are you sure we’re to case the apartment with the open windows and the towels hanging out?”

“That’s what I was told. Fourteenth floor. Four units to the right.”

“If I were assigned to protective custody, I would not want my handlers to leave all my curtains and windows open and a towel out to help a shooter readjust for wind accuracy.”

“Maybe the target is being guarded by dipweeds?”



Written for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner- 2018: Week #36. Requirements: Create a 200 word (or less) flash fictions story using the photo prompt provided.

Skyrocketing Endeavors

1400068700w0086Two-hundred-fifty guests… first time to capacity.

I have doubled the kitchen staff for the evening and the night.

Both of my head chefs are here. One is responsible for the appetizers and desserts- the prep-kitchen. The other is responsible for the dinner preparations in the main galley.

Both my head maitre d’s are working.  One is only in charge of seating, the drinks, and maintaining decorum of the room. The other is in charge of the waiters for food service.

This should call for a celebration… but later.

You knows what could still go wrong. I shudder with ungodly premonitions.

The auction is to take place in the adjoining room.

Flowers have been arranged. Seating has been rearranged … twice. The arrangements for the silent auction items have been triple checked.

Additional parking has been acquired for the extra cars and more formal uniforms were purchased. Four additional car jockeys were hired to manage the vehicles. Security has been modified for the dignitaries.

I have hired an additional bartender for the additional three-hundred invitees coming only for the auction.

If the night goes well… the accolades will skyrocket my endeavors.

But who knows…

Pleasing my mother-in-law has never been easy.



Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner – 2018: Week #32. Requirements:Create  a flash fiction story of 200 (or less) words using the photo prompt provided.

NO LONGER A DOOFUS …

1365256807kyjppThere she was.

Again.

Every evening, for the last three days, I had walked the beach at the edge where the wave breaks the shore.

Every evening, she was there.

Alone.

The first evening, she waved at me as I went passed.

I smiled.

Her wave was a small princess wave – like the beauty queens in cars in a Labor Day parade.

I hadn’t even nodded my head toward her. I think I sort of dipped it.

Duh! What a doofus.

At least, since then, I have tipped my hand to my forehead.

This evening… It will be different.



Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner – 2018: Week #30. Requirements: Create  a flash fiction story of 200 (or less) words using the photo prompt provided.

An Ill-Timed Alibi

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THE MISSTEP



And she simply disappeared.

One moment, she was behind me. Her left hand irritatingly nudging my back… pushing me toward my room.

The next… askew at the bottom of the stairs… surrounded by three small girls.

I hadn’t pushed her. I had only elbowed her away. She was always crowding me.

The girls’ looked up and saw me. “There he is, Mama! That’s the man that was arguing with the pretty lady.”

My mind whorled. What had they heard?

Looking up I saw the security cameras. This ship was loaded with them. That’s why we had chosen to complete the heist here.

Pictures can provide alibis.

Finally, I found my voice. “Shellie!” I cried. “Shellie!”

The crowd parted and I knelt. I held her close… checking for a pulse.

In my world, I was known for my on-the-fly decision-making. Tonight, I would soon see if my reputation was as deserved.



Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner – 2018: Week #29. Requirements: Create a flash fiction story of under 200 words using the photo prompt provided.

WELL PROTECTED

pexels-photo-626164-shadow“I can’t find the back “door. Where’s the door?”

“Can’t you turn that blasted alarm off?”

Of course I can’t turn the alarm off. It’ll go off when the smoke clears.”

“My ears are going to burst. When will this infernal smoke clear?”

“When I can find the door. Have you found the door?”

“Will you please quit taking about that damned door? Just reach around and open a window.”

“You know we can’t open the windows. They are all sealed and alarmed because you were afraid of being burglarized. Need I remind you what the intruder alarm sounds like?”



Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner- 2018: Week #26. Requirements: Using the photo prompt given, create a flash fiction story of under 200 words.