The mid-December and Hanukkah Holidays are upon us as we celebrate Sandra’s birthday. Susan Rouchard submitted a dark, artful, candle-lit pic for us to ponder and then create our 100-(or fewer)-word story to post.

Click on Susan’s picture prompt to burn-out on your way over to Rochelle’s artful blog to get all curated up on the magic of Friday Fictioneering.

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Genre: Feline Fiction
Title: The Museum Fire
Words: 100

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They ran like cats out of hell. Tonto turned right, skidded left, then jumped through an open door. Duchess followed. Fat Jack barely made it before the dogs got him.

Tonto said, “I don’t know why we run, Duchess. They’ll catch FJ. We’d be long gone.”

Jack tried to hiss and arch his back but couldn’t.

“Leave him alone. He runs interference.” Moaned Duchess.

“Where are we?” asked Fat Jack.

“Oh, candles! Where do I start?” said Duchess.

“I’ll take the top shelf.” Tonto leaped up. “You two start knocking over the lower ones.”

They concluded the fire was arson.

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Look both ways and light a candle before you curse the darkness.
Mind the gaps for the curious and destructive cats.