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“The blood was now like the rubber from melted red balloons.”

on June 15, 2014

Friday Fictioneers Ted Strutz

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It was a like a scene from a suspense thriller.  The white vans being the forensics, ready to take samples from the blood that had slowly dripped through the slats of the stairs; the blood was now like the rubber from melted red balloons.

As he looked out of his window, he sat and wondered how long it would take for them to knock on the door of his dentist practice; how long it would take to go through the motions of  ‘door to door enquiries’.  The questions would be asked.

Good thing he’d cleaned up his tools well, he thought.

101 words


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with Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt

Please do feel free to comment but likewise, please do note that I would prefer not to

receive constructive criticism.  

(This time anyway…)

Thanks in advance…

Carol Cameleon

10 responses to ““The blood was now like the rubber from melted red balloons.”

  1. Really well written with a great sense of menace.

  2. Carol, Good and well-written story. If that group investigating are anything like the CSI teams on TV, he’s in big trouble. 😦 Well done. 🙂 —Susan

  3. Sarah Ann says:

    I love that description of the blood like melted balloons – very vivid. I hope he has cleaned those tools well, and got a good alibi. 🙂

    • Thank you. “He thought” has a double meaning ~ he’s literally thinking it and he thought he ad cleaned his tools… But actually he hasn’t. That’s the beauty of flash fiction 😉

  4. Blood like melted balloons. How creepy is that? Well done, my dear.

  5. Dear V.A.S.

    Pretty graphic descriptions. I wonder how well cleaning his instruments is going to work for him in the end. 😉



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