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Flash Fiction: Silver Bike

We’ve found it.

The plate matches. We’ve found the getaway vehicle, just as the witnesses described: A silver roadster. Wow, this is one heck of a machine. No wonder we could not catch it. Only if the police department gave us better vehicles to work with.
Our suspect is a master thief. Somehow, he effortlessly broke into the most secure vault and stole the Count’s pendant without triggering any alarm, giving him enough time to mount his bike and get away from us. I think he’s a master sniper too. Why?

Because there’s a frigging laser dot on my chest…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 8th March 2019

Flash Fiction: Lovely Weather

The weather is quite lovely.

I knew I could find such kind of weather only in the mountains. Moreover, I knew my son would love it. It’s a huge change from what we find in the city. I mean, where in the city could one be so close to the clouds? My son even had his first taste of a cloud. He was thrilled, and I’m even more thrilled that he is enjoying. Now, there is only one little thing to take care of. I hope someone else comes here soon.

With my bike defunct, we need to hitchhike back…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

100 Word Wednesday Week 110