“Mom, mom!” Frantically, Robert runs through the village. Earlier, he received a call from a disguised voice, telling him his mother had been kidnapped and that he had until the end of the day or she’d be killed. He turns a corner, takes a quick breath, squints around. This place is completely white-washed.
“Mom!” He shouts. At first, no answer but then, a faint “Help me!” come from a distance. At that, he follows the voice and rushes into a building. “Mom!” It’s too late. There she sits in the middle of the room, a bullet hole in her forehead.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.