Flash Fiction: Blackouts 7

Flash Fiction: Blackouts 7


      “Allison, get dressed. We’re going to the station”, Richard ordered. She looked up to see her father, dressed in a black suit with a suitcase in hand, all ready for business.
“You mean police station?”, Allison questioned, wondering what on earth they were going to do at the precinct.

“Okay, I need you to be calm and listen to me carefully”. Richard said, wearing a grim expression.
“I just got a call from the precinct informing me that you’re wanted for questioning, regarding an art theft.” He paused for a moment to let the bombshell he had just dropped sink in. Allison glared at him and before she could open her mouth to retort, he continued.

“That’s not all. It’s not just any art, but the antique Madame Trousoule painting of the tropical kabaski Island and they’ve got evidence supporting their claim”.

“But- That’s ridiculous!” Allison exclaimed. She could feel her pulse rising and her heart pounding in her chest.

“I know, and that’s why we are going to clear your name. I just need you to trust me.”

word count: 173 word. My response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge. Thank you Pixabay for the stunning photo above. part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

UPDATE: blackouts 8 is out now based on the same photo prompt.