Ed Nyms hated hearing his name called out in public, but he could not risk the trucker following him back to his rig.
The phone was broken but some angel left a marker that worked. My trembled scrawl:
E Nyms=Lori=Cyn-
“The phone’s broken,” Ed growled, rounding the corner of the building.
I transferred the marker from my sleeve to my sneaker getting into the truck. Being on the road, missing school had made me dumb. Next time I would write HELP, his name and Mom’s phone number. I would leave clues and equations in ladies rooms all across the country.
Copyright – Danny Bowman
This story was written for Friday Fictioneers, a writer’s group devoted to crafting 100 word stories from a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for facilitating the group and Danny Bowman for this week’s intriguing picture. You can read more stories inspired by this photo prompt here.
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Very clever making use of the details of the photo like that, darling.
What an interesting take on the photo, Kelly! Good luck to her.
janet
So many stories contained in scrawls of graffiti! I’m so glad you used that detail. Interesting piece, loved the suspense!
Dear Kelly,
I hope someone rescues this resourceful young lady. Nice one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Good use of the prompt — Danny through us a curveball and you hit it out of the park.
*threw**
I hadn’t even noticed that little piece of graffiti before. Very nice use of it.
Cryptically entertaining.
Well done!
OMG..that’s so scary!
Kelly this sounds like a harrowing experience!