It had been a glorious, humm dinger of a day in NewCago.
We celebrated a holiday (the key players long forgotten) of a well-known street battle that had raged years ago.
The gangs remembered and agreed to keep the streets safe for one day.
The parade-route litter of popcorn bags and soda cups was a welcome relief.
On my walk home I saw it swinging in the lazy breeze of the tenement’s rusty fire escape.
Lily’s white glad rags were dripping with blood-red.
It was a signal; it had to be. But who was the message from?
” Lily what does this mean, Baby?”
Another week of Friday Fictioneers is in full swingggg. Our hostess is the inspirational Rochelle and our photo prompt credit goes to Janet Webb.
This is another 100 word offering being added to a growing series of stories set in the dark metropolitan city of NewCago. There are many loose strings, unanswered questions about this metropolitan society that is sinking into the mire. Sam seems to be the only one to keep the bad doings at bay but how much longer???
Week 10 in Newcago Serial No Dial Tone
Week 9 in Newcago serial Gathering Bodies
Week 8 in Newcago serial No place to hide
Week 7 in Newcago serial They were Pink
Week 6 In Newcago Serial You poison filled wasps
Week 5 in Newcago Serial The Doom Cycle
Week 4 in Newcago Serial Helpless
Week 3 in Newcago Serial When the Lights Go On
week 2 in Newcago Serial Can’t Kill The Thirst
Week 1 in Newcago Serial Secret Weapon
penned in moon dust 