P for Protection. That’s what he thought anyway, huddled under the El track. Every ten minutes the shudder of the metal stanchion and the clackety roar reminded him he was still alive.

Frank from the Pizza place came out and nodded to him. Handed him a coffee and a leftover slice. Their evening routine. ‘Any luck today?’ Frank always asked.

He always shook his head. Not today, maybe tomorrow. Always maybe one day in the future. She might come back, she might step off the El and stop at Frank’s for a coffee. Like they used to do.

Maybe one day.

Copyright Ted Strutz

Written for Friday Fictioneers 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, visiHERE.

62 responses to “THE DISAPPEARED”

  1. Such a poignant story, Iain. We judge those who cheat and are disloyal and then you get folk like this character who never let go. I feel his pain and sorrow. I am so grateful for the Franks of this world. We need more of them. They usually fly under the radar and don’t seek glory but they are life savers doing what many of us would like to do.
    Best wishes,

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  2. Maybe she’ll be back… depending on how and why she disappeared in the first place. Sad mood but with a bit of hope through the friendly gesture from the coffee shop owner.

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