Submitted for Sunday Photo Fiction
The Assignment: The idea of Photo Fiction is 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 multiple part story. To follow the story, I have provided links to each of the previous parts. In part 1, unemployed George thought he was checking something major off his “Honey Do List” but alas calling a company seen on television resulted in lost family heirlooms and an angry wife. Worse yet, the company that cleared out the garage seems to have vanished. Next in part 2, when Karla called the television station for help in contacting the junk dealers, she found out they do not exist and the junk dealers that do not exist are hiding out in a closed antique shopping waiting for their boss. In part 3, George went down to the harbor to apply for a job on a oil rig and spotted the truck of the men who cleared out his garage. Approaching the truck had dire consequences as George was kidnapped at gun point. And now, the Diaries (Part 4).
“It’s been hours. Where’s the boss,” complained Rolf.
“Something must have happened and you remember what he said to do if anything happened,” said Brock.
“I can’t go back to that shop with all that odd junk. Besides Hans didn’t count on us having a guest.”
Studying the weather vane on the harbormaster building, Brock said, “Let’s go north. I know someone who will hide us until we can find out what happened to the boss and we’ll take Mr. Appleton a long for now.”
At home, Karla looked at the clock for the hundredth time and wondered why George wasn’t home. Each time she called his cell phone, it went directly to voicemail. She would look for him at the harbor and then contact their friends.
At the harbor, the sun was setting but Karla spotted George’s car. Karla found the parking lot deserted and the harbormaster building was dark and locked.
“This is very odd. Why would George’s car still be here?”
Walking back to her car, Karla’s foot struck something. Bending down, she retrieved a set of keys. When she looked at the key ring, she gasped in fear. The keys belonged to her husband.