Submitted for Sunday Photo Fiction
The Assignment: The idea of Photo Fiction is to write a story of around 100-200 words (which is also called Flash Fiction) based on a photo as a prompt. In this particular photo fiction, the story must be based on the photo below. This is a serial story, so I encourage you to read part 1 , part 2 , part 3, part 4 ,part 5, part 6 , part 7 and part 8 And now, the Incident, the conclusion which I apologize for being over the 200 word count.
Being no fool, Frank knew the best way to help was to tell the police about the explosives. He rushed out the backdoor but failed to prevent the door from banging.
Startled by the noise, Brad moved towards the kitchen and looked outside. He saw an old man racing through the backyard but couldn’t go after him.
Back with his hostages, he began to pace the floor. Joanna could see that he was panicking and losing control. She decided to get him talking to calm him down. “You really haven’t said why the Professor had to die.”
Brad came close to Joanna and looked at her intently. “You know I bring flowers to his grave from time to time. He’s buried in that old church yard in the center of town. My dad is there too. He met a similar fate. Did I ever tell you that the Professor and my dad were in college together?”
Before Joanna could respond, the police commanded over a speaker. “Send the women out. Let’s end this now before someone gets hurt.”
With an expression that appeared deranged, Brad looked at the detonator on his cellphone. The women screamed as Brad placed his finger on the button and pressed.
“I would like to make a toast to my neighbor and friend Frank,” said Miranda raising a glass of champagne. “Without him my daughter and her friends would have been killed.”
“Don’t forgot your house would have been a pile of rubble too mom,” added Joanna.
“Thanks to Frank, we are all safe and a lunatic is behind bars, “added Mary.
“To Frank,” they all said in unison.
“Now you are embarrassing me. I was just being neighborly.”