Friday Fictioneers: Stalker

‘Sunday Fictioneers’ isn’t quite as catchy as ‘Friday Fictioneers’, so maybe we can pretend it’s Friday for two minutes? 🙂

For Friday Fictioneers, writers respond to a prompt with 100 words or less. Thank you to Rochelle for providing the following photo prompt!

Photo prompt © J Hardy Carroll


Sometimes I wonder how I got myself into this.

No one has been here in a while. Dilapidation has taken over the building: the bricks are faded, the grass surrounding it overgrown. The windows are dark. It’s difficult to imagine any trace of life inside.

A chill hangs over me like a wet blanket. The thought of going inside makes my heart race, but I swallow back the exhilaration. I have to focus, or things will go wrong.

I shift slightly. Soon, the light will turn on inside. Until then I will wait and watch. My time will come.


Words: 99

Thank you for reading! If you would like to read more submissions for this prompt, you can find them here.

Until next time!


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