Flash Fiction for Inspiring Writers has a flash fiction picture prompt every week. Below is the picture for this week(I’ve caught the tail end of it-I’m such a newbie 🙂 ). I thought it would be fun to participate and to share it with any of you that are interested. As always I love comments, so feel free to leave me one. I will comment back. If you want to participate their site is here.
The white van has already made four trips to Mr.Palmers house. Each time girls, no older than thirteen, are dropped off and shuffled inside the house.
This isn’t the first time the van has appeared. Ever since Mr. Palmer moved in, there’s been a lot of traffic.
I inch closer trying to get a better look, and hit the wind chimes.
Mr. Palmer looks in my direction. He makes a phone call. Someone hits me from behind.
I hear moaning. I realize that I’m the one moaning. I touch my head. It’s bleeding. Where am I? Has my mother figured out I’m missing yet? Has she called the police?
The door opens and Mr. Palmer strolls in.
“I’ve been watching you for a while. You’ll make me lots of money.”
He closes the door and I start to cry.