Friday Fictioneers rides again! Our photo prompt comes from Dale Rogerson this week as we all follow Rochelle on a mad romp through the fictional alleys of our minds. Make sure to check out all the other stories to see where they ended up here.
100 words–on the nose this week!
“Hey, Vino Noble,” Nick said conversationally. “Mind if I have a glass?”
Without waiting, he snagged a glass and poured.
“Yes, my grandfather used to drink this. Came from the same part of the old country he did. Good man, my grandfather. Passed the family business down to me. Dad passed away young, guess Gramps pinned all his hopes on me.”
Sighing, Nick put down his glass. Picking up his gun, he tightened the silencer before pointing it across the table.
“It’s just business, you know,” he told the frightened man. Nick took the bottle with him as he left.