Thank you again to MadisonWoods for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:
http://madison-woods.com/101212-2/
For those who are new, MadisonWoods shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers will compose a 100-word flash of fiction. If you would like, come dancing.
Here is my contribution:
No Longer Carnival
Night became day. The echoes of Carnival receded, driven by the rising sun, like some ebbing tide chasing its mistress moon. No longer were the celebrators adorned in fanciful costumes. No longer did they roil in the streets and alleyways. The music had stopped. The dancing ended. Feasting ceased. The tangle of gyrating humanity which seemed to be copulating as one was now gone.
Peter strained against the light, his eyes wrinkled to slits.
Confusion settled in as his senses returned nothing. No sounds. No smells. Nothing remained but a blinding white wash.
He stood alone.
Something was terribly wrong.
jKb
The Bradley Chronicles 
How did you get so much STORY into just 100 words? Beautifully done, with an ending that leaves me off balance, just as “he” is. Poor fella!
Here’s mine: http://wrasselings.blogspot.com/2012/10/friday-fictioneers-oasis.html
Dear JK,
The way you add an air of mystery and menace to the aftermath of Carnival is magical. What should be a town asleep becomes something more. Unseen danger and unknown answers hide in the still morning air.
Love it, my friend.
Aloha,
Doug
I was just starting to enjoy the quiet when you told me it wasn’t a natural quiet. Drat!! I love the word “roil”, so thanks for using it and this is also quite nice: “like some ebbing tide chasing it’s mistress moon.”
Just a small thing–“chasing its mistress” not “it’s.” Then it will be perfect. 🙂
I very much like the way you went from that rich, colorful, cornucopia of description in the first paragraph to the bare, spartan, sterile lines of the discovery.
Hi JK,
You have the best copulation story this week, bar none. Did these folks party themselves to death? If so, that’s how I’d like to go. Ron
A nice sense of foreboding–you know this is something more than post-carnival hangover. Well-structured and great last line. One slight critique: It should be “its mistress moon,” the possessive.
Here’s mine: http://unexpectedpaths.com/friday-fictioneers/disharmony/
Beautiful imagery, descriptions. Love the line ” …its mistress moon…” You took us on a lovely ride, then left us with the unsettling, ominous, chilling last line…which his fine-tuned instincts picked up. Kudos to you. This is my favorite story based on Jan’s prompt.
A very sharp sense of foreboding here, and the contrast between the night’s revels and the morning silence is very effective. Nice work.
Powerful descriptions, JK. And that menacing silence. Well depicted.
i think you had a tense shift here: The music had stopped. The dancing ended. Feasting ceased. removing “had” would help. up until the last sentence, i was thinking how much i’d love to go to the festival. now it’s more like a james bond set-up, and he’s about to get an unwelcome greeting. well done.
100 words that draw us in and leave us waiting for more.
WOW, this I should not have read before bedtime. Love the language and the building of tension.
Well done, I was left with the feeling that perhaps Peter was no longer a citizen of this world? Just my take, but it left me thinking.
Very nice! I think one of the best of your pieces that I have seen so far. I liked “his eyes wrinkled to slits”, but I was having trouble deciding if “copulating as one” was possible (usually it takes at least two!). Definitely interested in what happens next. 🙂
Very nicely done…great job!!! truly love your suspense…great fiction! Mine is here
Have you a ROCKING AND BLESSED WEEK!!!
hugs
shakira
I’ve read most of your comments and have to agree. For me, your story is reminiscent of Ray Bradbury’s “Something Wicked This Way Comes”. Great job!