Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Story begins after the image.
Word Count: 100
“Morning Mr. Johnson!…Morning Mrs. Kingler!” Emily said cheerily. She wore her short, swishy baton twirling skirt and tossed her batons as she always did. The people of tiny Parkville smiled awkwardly at the odd but effervescent 14-year old.
Jack, new to the town from Chicago, saw an opportunity to practice his fetish.
When she entered an alley, Jack was waiting. “Hey sweetie, want some can…”
He never expected a baton flying at his face.
Emily stepped over the unconscious Jack and relieved him of $278.64.
She cut a 17th notch on her baton and effused, “I love hunting in the morning!”
The Friday Fictioneers writes up to 100 words each week from a photo prompt provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Anyone may join this group of creative minds and write as well. This week’s prompt may be found here: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/08/07/9-august-2013/