Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo prompt posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is not a closed group; you can join in! We are allowed to use the photo (taken by another writer) in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations. This week’s story is 100-words exactly.
Some of us have been using the hashtag #FridayFictioneers when we tweet a link to one of our Friday Fictioneer stories on Twitter. You should too!
I sat up. A creaking had awoken me. Where was I? The last thing I remember was eating dinner with a very weird guy. I think I’ve been drugged.
What was his name, Joel?
His Tinder profile said he was a lab tech. He had definitely spent too many days in the lab.
The wheel in the middle of the room was turning, and suddenly I realized it was pulling a rope that was tied around my feet. Maniacal laughter abruptly rang out.
Is this why the missing girls were never found? Because their bodies were crushed by this wheel?