The Friday Fictioneers is a group writing 100 word short fiction based upon a picture prompt. Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields presents a picture. All are challenged to write a story from it. The 100 word limit isn’t strict but everyone is encouraged to stick to it as much as possible. Anyone may join in. The works of clever people are already available to view here. This week, Kent Bonham presents a picture of a gorgeous building. My story begins after the picture.
Word Count: 101
Cloutier tossed the picture down. “A relic,” he sneered. “In a strategic location for a modern mall. It’s in the way and will be removed.”
“You’re the fifth owner in two years. The others planned the same, and they died strangely,” countered Lougherty. “Please reconsider.”
Lougherty caught a reflection in the silverware. That glint between the clouds wasn’t the sun.
“Have you heard about the satellite that’s out of control and re-entering?” He asked.
“Good luck to you, Sir.” Lougherty stood up and left.
As he drove away, he didn’t look twice at the sudden flash of light behind him.