No, not Dick and Jane. Dick and Dave. Well, at least the running part is right. If you don't quite get it, read on. You will.

No, no no! Not Dick and Jane. Dick and Dave. Well, at least the running part is right. If you don’t quite get it, read on. You will.

You should know by now to expect the unexpected over here at Lorna’s Voice.

I certainly have gotten used to being surprised by what comes out of my mouth.

Good thing, too, because I’m almost 60 and have forgotten that I should care am a woman who is comfortable in her own skin (because the darned stuff keeps stretching).

I'll take comfort over looks every time.

I’ll take comfort over looks every time.

Anyway. It’s time for another flash fiction challenge from Rochelle and her merry band of Friday Fictioneers (of which, I’m one…merry and a Fictioneer, that is).

Today’s photo comes to us by way of Raina Na.

kitche-picture-prompt

The genre is realistic fiction and here is my story, coming in at 100 words.

Dick and Dave’s Decidedly Despicable Adventure

Dick and Dave peeked in the window. The waning moon in the gauzy night sky cast a timid shadow into the tidy kitchen.

“Don’t look like no one lives here,” Dick whispered.

“Maybe…. What if these freaks is too damn clean fer their own good?” Dave snickered, elbowing Dick’s beefy arm.

Dick nodded. “Let’s see.”

Dick jimmied the lock while Dave stood guard. Once they were inside, they foraged for food. When they found only gluten-free, sugar-free, all natural snacks, Dave snapped. He used the blue vase to assault the paper lanterns. “That’ll learn ‘em.”

Neither man heard the sirens.

*****

This fictional story was inspired by real events taking place now very close to the place I called “home” not so long ago.

Have you heard about the two killers, David Sweat and Richard Matt, who escaped from the maximum security state prison in Dannemora, New York this past Saturday?

Well, I used to live not all that far away from there. Some of my family lives fairly close to there.

I’ll be quite happy when these two convicts are apprehended. One of them dismembered the guy he killed. Sheesh!

I know they could be in Canada or Mexico (not that I want them to be anywhere else but behind better bars than they were behind), but they also could be sneaking around a B&B in any one of the small, quaint Adirondack towns surrounded by dense forests.

These two jail birds inspired my story this week.

This is Dick and Dave. If you've seen them, don't talk to them. Call 911 and hide.

This is Dick and Dave. If you’ve seen them, don’t talk to them. Call 911 and hide.