Friday Fictioneers is a group organized by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, writing 100 word short fiction based upon a photo prompt once a week. There’s exceptional talent in the group. Whether or not anyone joins in on the fun, there’s lots of good reads from the prompts. Anyone can join and is encouraged to do so. The one hundred word limit is not a strict one, but certainly do your best.
This week’s photo prompt comes from Claire Fuller. My story begins after the photo.
Word count: 100
It’s Out Of My Hands
“It’s out of my hands, I’m afraid,” grunted Mr. Gainesmore. His fleshy jowls jiggled.
“But, Sir,” protested the aged but curiously spry O’Connell. “I can’t move. I need the energies found here to contain these tomes.”
“Mystical twaddle! Your lease is up. Reputable clients are willing to pay handsomely for this building.”
“This is your last word then?” Receiving a curt nod, O’Connell pulled a book from the shelf. Sighing, he opened it. Black tentacles burst from the pages, ensnaring Gainesmore in a crushing grip.
“Gods! Help me, O’Connell!” Shrieked Gainesmore as toothed suckers began flaying his flesh.
“I’m sorry. It’s out of my hands.”