The sound came again. Closer this time. It sounded like a squeaky wheel barrow. He ran to his mother’s room. She would know what to do. Hugging, they listened to the sound. She rang the police. Arriving quickly they searched outside, returning pronouncing the culprit was a leaking hot water system. The plumber was called and the leak repaired. The next night he was again woken by the sound of a wheelbarrow. Not waking his mother he went to check the hot water. He saw the wheelbarrow when suddenly, a hand over his mouth turned his scream silent.
http://carrotranch.com/2014/05/21/may-21-flash-fiction-challenge/
About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) 
Oh, oh, you need to expand this. I’m waiting anxiously!
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This was a 99 word exactly challenge. I find with most flash fiction I am left wanting more but there is no more to come as the number of words allowed has been used. It could be an interesting exercise which i might give further thought to. An entire book with each chapter only 99 words long. mmm….
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Oh yes! I agree!
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Thanks Glynis. I’m working out how to do it.
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Yes a good cliffhanger really needs an epilogue
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Thanks Larry. I am thinking of possibilities. I find that with most flash fiction I am left with unanswered questions.
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Being restricted to so few words will make that inevitable
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🙂
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Umm interessante, chissà cosa sta succedendo!! 🙂
Ciao, Pat
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Forse continua….forse
Ciao Irene XD
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You’re creepy ! [grin]
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No the wheel barrow pusher was the creepy one. [grin back]
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Definitely creepy!
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I’ll accept that it is a little creepy.
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Who would have thought that a wheel barrow could be so chilling! That’s what I like about this flash–a sound, emotion, a practical explanation and wham–the worst fear materializes when we don’t expect it. Well done!
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Thanks Charli
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Looking forward to the ending. I know what my ending was…..but yours?
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Ahhh…. Remember this is fiction.
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Well only a little. Ahh memories…..
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Shhhhhh It’s fiction. I’m doing a Hemmingway.
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