Kicking off the twelfth month of twenty-twenty-two, artist, businesswoman, swimmer, writer, mother, wife, sister, (I could go on), and our friend and fictioneer leader, Rochelle, has provided us with a peek out from Roger Bultot’s window with his inspiring photo as a bridge to creativity.
It goes like this. We look at the picture and write whatever story (beginning, middle, & end) we want. Easy, right? It’s doesn’t even have to be pure fiction. But we must prove our micro (or flash) – (non-)fiction bone fides by trimming our stories to any number of words under 101. Try it!
The directions are simple and available on Rochelle’s blog page, reachable with a simple tap, click, or press on Roger’s picture, like it was a detonator.

Genre: Espionage Fiction
Title: Truncated Bridge
Word Count: 100
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Looking out the window, I felt stress. Ignorance fed by fear. After this job, I’d comfortably retire. To what? Sad.
The morning sunrise lacked hope. It was threatening. A foreboding bloody sky in a randomly meaningless universe. I didn’t care. It was time.
I lit what I promised myself was my last cigarette and sat by the window as I’d done hundreds of times before. When I saw the target on the bridge, I pressed the detonator button and watched the explosion. I always hated all the collateral damage. The news would blame the old bridge. Everyone lies. Everyone dies.
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Look both ways to find happy endings.
Mind the gaps because that’s where the bridges collapse.

And for the music lovers among us, I present the Eagles singing “Seven Bridges Road.” If it works. I suppose I took the bridges thing a bit too far.
I guess no matter what your job is, you can become blasé about it.
Although this guy blows things up, I cannot help but think of the show “Barry”, who just wants to quit killing people for a living and take acting classes! Had to listen to the song before commenting.
Love this, Bill.
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Thanks, Dale.
Blowing things up (legally) must be interesting. I need to look up “Barry.” 🙂 I had a hard time wedging into 100 words.
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It must be… till it’s not. We are really enjoying it. Bill Hader is Barry. He’s got that expressionless face that works so well.
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Got it. Thanks again. 🙂
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Well, I am sure for some the job is eternally enjoyable… 😉
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Ah, the karma of it all. 🙂
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😁
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At least he’s giving up smoking
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So he tells himself. 🙂
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Those smokers are so antisocial!
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He had all that time, bored, waiting. Then boom. Just like that, it’s over. 🙂
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bereft of bang
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Hey, Doug. Thanks for blowing in. 🙂 I hope you’re well.
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I’m kinda good, hope you are as well. Seems you’ve got this flash fiction sizzlin’. See ya.
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It’s my midweek prose. Doing okay. 🙂
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A character I could spend more time with. Nicely done Bill.
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Thank you, Iain.
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I like to think it was all happening within his mind rather than literally.
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Good idea. Thanks, Keith.
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Oooo I wonder if indeed it is his last cigarette or his last mission? Folk like him don’t tend to retire. Great tension filled piece.
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Thank you, Laurie.
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It’s a tough job, but somebody has to do it. I guess.
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What a job or is it a ‘vocation’, he probably won’t give up smoking as he’ll have too much time on his hands, very well written Bill 🙂
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Thank you.
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Dear Bill,
Everybody lies. Everybody dies. Pretty much sums it up. Hard hitting story…dare I say explosive? Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle. 🙂
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The last two lines explain it all. The good news is he’ll be retiring. Well written!
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Thank you, Brenda.
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Great story. I wonder what his retirement looks like. Can’t quite imagine him reminiscing with other old folks in a retirement home…
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Thank you.
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“I didn’t care. It was time. Everyone lies. Everyone dies.” Nicely done!
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Thank you. 🙂
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I call this boredom taken to a psychopathic level. Please let a detective dig enough to capture the maniac.
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I’ll see what can be done. 🙂
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🙂
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