This is my first foray into the world of the Friday Fictioneers, and I’m excited. Thank you Amy for inviting me. For those of you who aren’t familiar with the Friday Fictioneers, it’s a flash-fiction group that writes 100-word stories every week, based around a photo prompt.
Click here to look at some more stories based on this picture.
by Rich Voza
The tension in the air was palpable. Donald looked down at his brother Brad, sitting on the skateboard and wearing a battered football helmet.
“Are you ready?” Donald asked. Brad nodded.
With a jolt, they were off, Donald propelling Brad in front of him. At Room 301, he let go and Brad took off, the skateboard vibrating wildly under him.
Senior citizens stood in their doorways, waving canes and cheering as he rocketed past. “Go, Brad, go!”
He started to slow. Room 312 . . . 313 . . . 314. Brad stopped and they cheered louder. “A new record!”
The Green-Walled Tower 