Friday Fictioneers for February 21.
The challenge: Write a 100-word story inspired by the photo prompt.
Play along by writing your own, reading others and/or commenting on the flashes we fictioneers create.
My piece weighs in this week at 102 words.
The Bells, Bells, Bells
I hate the sound of bells. Tintinnabulation, my eye! It’s the blasted bonging that drives me to distraction.
Bells and alarms of every sort, posted around the village, presumably to warn us, save our lives. The sound of them makes me wish for death.
There they are again, ringing to summon everyone to the town meeting. I doubt anyone will notice my absence.
While the rest of the villagers rush in response to the beckoning bells, I continue my walk along the river, collecting rocks in my pockets.
The incessant sound of bells finally ends as the water closes over my head.