Auditorium

                                                               PHOTO PROMPT © Dee Lovering

The white flakes settled on every possible space blanketing the chilly gloom

prophesying the inevitable.

A binocular lay on the palisade.

All eyes turned in the direction of the chauffeured silver metallic BMW 

heralding the arrival of fur and solitaires adorned Duchess Slakefield.

Two pairs of polished red stilettos followed the dowager with hurried steps.

The temperature inside was optimal and the shadows dim.

The curtain parted revealing the grand setting and the characters.

A gunshot.

Chaos reigned.

Audience went berserk.

The binocular smiled.

Four stilettos missing.

The slumped fur-coat stained red.

The finale of “Who killed Mary?” remained incomplete.

Linking to Friday Fictioneers and Three Word Wednesday

                 

scorching road

This week’s word: SCORCHING


Getting down from the cocooned comforts of his air-conditioning, he tilts his 

head on one side and critically surveys the damage done.


He shakes his head in despondency and the the thought of trudging to the 

nearest aid , maybe miles away, reduces the intrepid explorer in him to a

grain of fine sand.


Armed with a parasol and a bottle of Adam's ale and dark ghosts of the past , 

he sets out, checking out the harsh , dry and shrub filled  terrain.



The scenery looked glossy from his shell but the scorching discomfort , 

leaving him fatigued , irritated  and chafed had second thoughts and serious 

doubts of  romancing with the camera-lens or be a prisoner in the boring 

desk job. 


Peter's wide grin was the highlight of the lonely arduous journey when he sighted 

the wooden log-cabin with the sign-board, " Sid's Garage".



                 Linking to   Five Sentence Fiction.  and Three Word Wednesday