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FFF Prompt moths

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction postings at:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/08/12/14-august-2015/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction.

Come, enjoy another oldie. These bring back fond memories.

Here’s my contribution:

Dust

The facility far beneath the vacant cinder-block structure had been closed two years, a defunct burger front above. This reticent spicule of urban sprawl on the edge of Harrisonburg forever unsuspecting. Experiments, cries for mercy, now ghostly whispers wafting up twelve stories of cement throat, echoing into deserted prep zones once deploying manipulated strains of polyunsaturated fat. Something new flitted from the depths; like burnt smolders of paper, seething, came the vectors. Such lovely moths. Beautiful metamorphosis married biochemistry. Paralytic liquid secreted as wings unfurled, dried to dust, dispersed during gyroscopic flight.

Nearby, recess bells marked the beginning.

jKb

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FFFPrompt KIOSK lvbydawne_3

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/08/28/30-august-2013/  

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, eat your fill and more, so much more.

Here’s my contribution:

The Experiment

Charlie Messler leaned against a facade within the Valley Mall, surveyed the testers and fingered the bottles of cologne and perfume within his pockets. Maybe here?

Some four thousand consumers were gorging themselves on things, stuff, excesses.

Yes, this is precisely the place.

He approached a kiosk in the central thoroughfare, the highest traffic zone, and casually swapped the sampler bottles with his doctored replacements while inquiring about a lovely topaz pendant suspended by a gold chain.

Such fun.

He moseyed to a coffee shop nearby, ordered one black and sipped while he observed his first two subjects expose themselves.

jKb