Friday Fictioneers – Sign

~ neilmacdon
PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox

PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox

It was a sign, of course—an old French movie spliced into my street. But what did it mean?

Marie said it was just a green Citroen 2-CV, but Marie sees no meaning in the pattern of clouds either.

Faintly, I heard hooves and a voice chanting. “Any old iron. Any old iron.” Another intrusion.

I rushed to the kitchen and poured myself a medicinal brandy, terrified by the faint cry from the street “Up she goes.” When I returned, the 2-CV had vanished and our street returned to normal.

Marie didn’t think this spooky. “They probably went to work.”

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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

42 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Sign”

  15. I just today had looked up what a ‘rag and bone’ man was. I wonder if that is who was asking for the old iron. I am having my medicinal beer as I read your excellent story, Neil.

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