Friday Fictioneers – Switchback

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

The screaming girls and the boys swallowing their terror in feigned insouciance. That was me once. I remember the stolen taste of candy floss on Carol’s lips. And the accidental brush of a soft breast in the chamber of horrors.

Carol was taken a decade ago. These days, I can only sit and watch. There’s always the possibility of a spectacular crash. I’d like that.

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

67 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Switchback

  1. A story to read and re-read because there are a few threads to pull on. Very mysterious – did Carol die or did somebody take her? Was the storyteller always a bit of a psycho or did losing her turn him into one? Sounds like he’s permanently in his own chamber of horrors now.

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  2. I won’t call him bitter. I’ll call him stuck in the past that he probably built up to way more than it ever was so nothing else could possibly do…

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  3. I’ve been watching too much “true crime” lately so “taken” took on a meaning for me that I don’t think you intended. I’ve read it three times now. I don’t feel his bitterness or sadness but rather that he’s open to a little schadenfreude.

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  4. There’s a powerful sense of emotion and character here: first in fleeting moments, sensations, and then in the more withdrawn, almost angry last couple lines. The contrast between the two really makes the story work.

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