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The Hideout #Friday Fictioneers

Copyright -Mary Shipman

Wiping off the sweat that trickled down his forehead, Babu drove through the heavy rain. The day was losing light as fast as he was running out of time.

As though on cue, Babu chanced upon the lone, weather-worn house amidst the thicket.  “Someone must have once built the home with great love” he reflected briefly.

“I’m doing this for my love too”, mused Babu as he pushed the suitcase filled with money through the open window into the house.

He checked around furtively and then paced about in anxious anticipation for the next call; from his daughter’s kidnapper. 

Word count:99
Written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a fiction of 100 words, more or less, using the photo prompt as a cue. Hop here to read the other entries.


  1. that was really makes us things we would not do otherwise..loved it :)

    1. Very true, Ankita..glad you liked it :-)

  2. ohh.. I hope he gets his daughter safe and sound


  3. Oh dear! I did not see that coming :( Hope his daughter is returned safe and sound ! Fascinating take on the prompt, Uma :)

    1. Lets hope for the best, Shailaja and thanks a lot! :-)

  4. I hope he is in time. Suspense!


    1. I'd like to think so, Lily :-)

  5. What a lovely (?) surprise in the end. Well done. May he bring his daughter home.

    1. Am glad you liked the ending, Alicia. Thanks a bunch :-)

  6. Dear Uma, Great suspense! I hope he gets his daughter back and she is unharmed. Good story! Nan:)

    1. And, this suspense is getting longer...will you please reveal if you are the Nancy I know?? :-)

  7. I read three posts on this prompt. All were horror. I am glad this was different :)

    1. Oh, I'm glad to hear this, Red! :-)

  8. Uma, Good and well-written story. I hope it's a happy ending. : ) ---Susan

    1. Thank you, Susan..Yes, I hoped to end it at a positive note too :-)


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