Written for the Friday Fictioneers. A story about seeking things, and the dangers of doing so, begins after the picture.
Word Count: 100
Never Stop Searching
“I’m meant to be shared,” said Victor, preening before the mirror.
“But you’re my love-bot!” wailed Heather.
“Sex-bot. I need new lovers, new relationships.”
“I won’t share you. Never!” Heather’s cheeks streamed.
Victor crossed his arms. “I’ll never stop searching for new experiences.”
“Is that your final word?”
Heather held up a special tool. “Okay then.”
She left his parts on East 60th Street, the most dangerous neighborhood in the city. Soon, the notorious Slasher Gang found him.
“Hey! We found our shooting practice robot,” said 2-Money. We needed this. It’s like I always say, Icepick, never stop searching!”
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields offers a photo, donated by fellow writers, as a writing prompt for up to 100 words. Anyone may join this week of willing and wily writers for fun and stories. Here’s this week’s prompt: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/tag/friday-fictioneers/