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The Accident #FridayFictioneers #fiction #100words

“Keep taking Derek to familiar surroundings; remind him of his past and there are chances of his memory returning” advised Dr. Mark to Anne.

Anne chirped her usual way with her husband, deftly weaving the pre-accident life into the conversation, but gaining only a glazed expression in return.

As Anne drove past the busy lane, Derek shrieked, his eyes fixed on the damaged minivan covered with the foliage on the curb “Yes, It was me. I killed the innocent boy!”

Anne’s wicked eyes gleamed in pleasure at Mark as the cops led a handcuffed delusional Derek out of their way.

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Roger Bultot
Word count: 100

100 word story written in response to the photo prompt at Friday Fictioneers at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can post one of your own or read the other entries here


  1. What a devious pair they turned out to be! Poor Derek :(

    1. oh yes, that was quite a plan, isn't it?

  2. Well, what a nice piece of work Anne turned out to be. Good one.

  3. With friends like these, who needs enemies!
    Surprise element in here, Uma! Well narrated :)

  4. Dear Uma, Gosh, she's sneaky, but if he killed the boy - and he was careless, he deserves to be punished. Good job! Nan :)

    1. Well, she's definitely sneaky and as for Derek, he's a victim of circumstances, thanks, Nan :-)

  5. hmmm well makes the crime no less henious even if derek accepts he killed the little boy.. should be aptly punished .. good advice by the Doc.


    1. Well, might it be possible that Derek did not commit the crime? ;-)

  6. Dear Uma,

    That ending was unexpected. Nice twist.



  7. Uma, My first comment seems to have disappeared, so here's a second one. Good story with the surprise twist at the end. I agree, poor Derek. Well written. : ) ---Susan

  8. Ah now that's a twist. Maybe he will remember something after twenty years.

    1. hahaha..won't it be too late by then ?

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    1. The world is full of all kinds of people :-)

  10. Ouch! Didn't see that one coming!

    1. @ Keirthana..that was the intention :-)


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