Welcome Neighbor #FridayFictioneers

#FridayFictioneers, 100 word flash fiction
Photo courtesy of Dale Rogerson’s real life and completely unrelated to my fictional tale, in case you were worried.

Welcome Neighbor
by T. Delaplain

A soft cough and a flash of Sunday best fabric announced the committee’s arrival; midwestern hospitality and a basket of freshly baked welcome. She stopped unpacking the life she no longer recognized; boxes full of illusion and stifling small town safety.

She debated her options before the first tentative knock. Her instructions were to, “blend in”, but her instincts said, “run.” She tucked her gun into the elastic of her polyester stretch pants, patted her new permanent waves and turned the knob.

She heard the pop before she felt the impact.

Well thank you Jesus, there would be no more muffins in hell.

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Friday Fictioneers welcomes you.
Take a muffin and try your hand at 100 word fiction but your last breath.

47 thoughts on “Welcome Neighbor #FridayFictioneers

  1. Dear Tracey,

    I guess that wasn’t the freshly baked welcome she was expecting. So much witness protection. Good story. I loved this.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  2. Thankfully NOT related to my real life ๐Ÿ˜‰
    Are ya happy Rochelle chose this pic, finally? LOL.
    Dang… she didn’t even have a chance to unpack and start anew….

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  3. Freshly baked welcome is a wonderful line. And the rapid narrative shift from newcomer to prey to humour was skillful to the point of envy

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  4. Not the welcome she was expecting. Someone at Witness Protection has been a bit careless, or bribed!

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  5. I was a little turned off by the polyester pants with the elastic waistband. Perhaps it was the fashion police that shot her. ๐Ÿ™‚
    That’s the good thing about heaven. No bran muffins and no rock-hard fruitcake.

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  6. Well, she did a good job “blending in” in so far as everyone had a gun ๐Ÿ™‚

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  7. Lovely narrative! So much in so little words. That expressionโ€”’freshly baked welcome’ was a great one!

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  8. Too bad her instincts didn’t have her sneaking out the back door!

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  9. That’s doing it the hard way. Awesome story, though. You packed it all in. Super job!

    Any recipes for muffins, Tracey? Some, maybe healthy ones?

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  10. Life Lessons of a Dog Lover

    So many memorable lines in this story. I loved the Sunday best fabric the most.

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  11. From: a flash of Sunday best fabric To: the elastic of her polyester stretch pants
    Perhaps I should be glad I don’t live in the midwest? And ditto what Neil said. Color me green.

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  12. Maybe they should have sent her to Alaska where she could live on smoked fish, wear fox fur and people have to crawl through a tunnel to enter. Opening doors is always iffy when you’re hunted. But hindsight is always 20/20. ๐Ÿ™ƒ

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  13. Oops! And she didn’t even finish unpacking! This was fantastic on so many levels, Tracey. From the humor, the narrative to the imagery… just too good. Cheers, Varad

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  14. Wow! Didn’t see that one coming. Just when she thought she was safe… Wow!

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  15. So tightly written and surprising. Loved it!

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  16. I loved the image of tucking a gun into polyester pants, combined with a new perm. An unusual runaway, indeed.

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  17. She should have listened to her instincts. These freshly baked welcomes always cause trouble. Great story, Tracey. I saw her as an assassin or spy.

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  18. For some reason, I kept thinking “Stop! Or My Mom Will Shoot!” Don’t know why. Well done in bringing back a memory that I may have wanted to forget! XD Well done!

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  19. Good intrigue with a nod to cooking …this might be a mystery series!

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