The boxes of her water-damaged possessions took up three-quarters of the hotel room.

Until the destruction caused by Hurricane Matthew was repaired this was her home. The restoration firm said they would gain access next week. Until then, all she could do was sit and wait.

The flowers of condolence sat on the table. They stared at her, a constant reminder.

Bill was missing presumed dead, a victim of the storm.

She prayed that the cement in the cellar had dried in time and held once the water receded.

Copyright Dale Rogerson

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

102 responses to “STORM DAMAGE”

  1. Ha! She threw him under the bus … or in the basement, in this case!
    That ending was great, Iain.
    Five out of five Casks of Amantillado (gee, I hope I spelled that right!)

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  2. Well done, Iain with a strong, unexpected twist in the last line.
    Bill, has been very busy and has died multiple deaths this week. My dead person was Bill and yours is the second Bill I’ve read so far.
    xx Rowena

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  3. Well told with an intriguing ending. I wouldn’t count on her secret being safe if I were her. She’d best leave for parts unknown before renovation work begins.

    And I agree with Rowena: poor Bill hasn’t fared so well this week. He should never have eaten Dale’s flowers.

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  4. Storm damages indeed… and just when you want to send her more flowers… love the catch, fell for that bait way too easily. 🙂

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