photo copyright Claire Fuller
This story is prompted by the above photo and is a flash fiction piece of 100 words (more or less). I write these pieces as a member of a group of writers, the Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields kindly runs the group and you can see hers and many others works by talented writers on her website link at http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/friday-fictioneers.
THE MAN ON MY SHOULDER by Lindy
‘A man watches over you.’
The woman’s odour was overpowering; layers of cheap perfume and overused clothing. She edged closer and whispered in breath so stagnant that I recoiled.
‘You must listen to him; he is trying to protect you.’
I must have taken a step back because she grabbed my upper arm and ordered me to stop.
‘Heed the voice.’
There was an urgency to her words that terrified me. As I fled she forced a business card into my hand.
I was reading it under the street-lamp when the man attacked.
Clairvoyant was imprinted on my dying brain.