Friday Fictioneer: The Living Mist

This week's Fictioneer Photo Prompt comes from Maggie Duncan. A member of e-Fiction and the woman who first introduced Friday Flash Fiction to me.

This picture brings back the Tia we all know and love. No sugary sweet love stories here. 

By Maggie Duncan

The Living Mist

It rolled in last week covering the shores, then it made its way past the buildings that pretended to be the port. By the time it covered the fields, forests and meadows, the country was in full scale panic. It circled the city and all the land around it, every mossy covered rock and stream.

The mist thickened just like the little girl asked. She was such a sweet girl and it would do anything to please her. She just wanted to get away from the mean people in town. Pretty soon, the mist would take it all away. 

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I've joined the Flash Fictioneers

Maggie Duncan an author on eFiction has been posting about this thing called Flash Fiction Fridays for a while. It is something that one of the blogs that she follows does weekly.  (I follow Maggie in Unexpected Paths).

The idea is that you do a quick 100 word +/- story based on a picture. As I have been complaining about how I'm so stuck I finally succumbed to the  draw of just being able to write something.  I traced the Friday Fictioneers back to the source and figured what the heck. Here's the picture:

This weeks Flash Friday Foto

 And here is my short short:

"What is this?" Henry said as he fingered the tiny plastic gem bag. They littered the table and even the floor. Gems of every size shape and color spilled from cloth bag at one end.

"This is the take from the Weiss Estate." Collin mumbled while carefully labeling a a pink gem. "Marta said she wanted them separated before she came back."

"Did she check these out." Henry opened a cupboard, and removed one of the heaviest coffee cups on the shelf. "You know before she gave you bitch work?"

"No she said I had this."

"Yeah you got this. These are fake you twit." He slammed the mug over one of the tiny bags. What was once a black pearl was now chunks and dust.

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