Friday Fictioneers: The Stakeout

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“There’s nothing,” he said. And he was right. There was nothing out there. We’d been holed up in this apartment for seventy-two hours and we had nothing. The only thing that moved was that river.

“Look again. And look harder,” I told him as I poured myself a whiskey. On second thought I poured him one too. He shook his head as I handed him the glass. The greenhorns never liked to drink on the job. But when you’ve been on the job this long there is nothing else.

“Maybe we need a new perspective,” I said to myself.

word count: 99

Written in response to Friday Fictioneershosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who challenges us to think outside the box and write a story of 100 WORDS OR LESS from the given photo prompt. This week’s photo prompt provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

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