This is my submission this week for the Friday Fictioneers 100 word flash fiction story based on a photo prompt. The whole shebang is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and this week the photo is Rochelle’s as well. Usual copyright restrictions apply. Please feel free to join in. All the rules are on Rochelle’s blog, and this is a friendly and constructive group. You can read all the other stories by clicking the blue alien I will hopefully remember to add after my story.
This week I need to add a WARNING – please note that my story contains expletives. For those who said ‘oh good’, you won’t have long to wait. You may have to deal with being underwhelmed, though.
The One That Got Away
Damn! he thought. Bloody phone always rings when you’ve got a live one on the hook. He’d decided he was going to flog that dusty menorah to the old lady with the wart, but the insistent ringing had given her the wriggle room needed to escape his patter.
Justin snatched the receiver from its cradle. “Oakapple Antiques.” No effort to curb the irritation dripping from his clipped tones. “Mabel, is that Mabel?” came the quavering reply.
“Do I sound like a Mabel?” Justin slammed the receiver back, knocking the phone over, only then noticing the tightly wound flex, leading nowhere.