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NYC Midnight Round-1: 250-Word Fiction Contest 2021
Genre: Action and/or Adventure
Action: Winning a bet
George sprinted through the front door like the hounds of Baskerville were hot on his heels. He zig-zagged through the living room, hurdling a misplaced ottoman, and continued through the kitchen, scarfing down a scrap of bacon—congealing in its own grease. He pivoted then streaked down the hallway, ending up in the master bedroom.
He shouted over his shoulder, “Grab my boots and leather gloves, honey,” stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of Franny lying on the bed, softly crying.
“No time for tears, dear. Time’s of the essence,” he consoled her, plopping on the foot of the bed to shed his work attire: clip-on paisley tie, a plastic pocket-protector…shielding mechanical pencils, a short-sleeved button-down, spit-shined wingtips, and creased khakis. He might be a mechanical engineer, The Nerd in all its glory, but no one would call him a coward.
He arose, mighty in socks and tighty-whities. He turned to Franny, “Chop-chop! Now, where’s that sumbitch?”
She didn’t move a muscle. On her back with her phone resting upon her chest, her eyes twitched upward, towards the headboard. George blanched. Though he’d won many bets, this one was a real lemon. Who’d a thunk a reptile, escaped from the neighbor’s exotic mix of illegally acquired creatures, could’ve wiggled through their doggy-door? A hooded viper slithered down a bedpost, tongue flitting and yellow eyes focused on Franny’s pulsing carotid artery.
George slowly knelt, his hand fumbling for the over-sized T-square with the jagged broken edge, somewhere beneath the bed.
Lisa H. Owens
NYC Midnight 250-Word Fiction Contest 2021 - Round-One
October 16, 2021