Bugged

I had trouble with this photo prompt this week, to the point that I explained to my Dad that I'm visiting - what the photo prompt and the Friday Fictioneer was about. So this week, the offering is written by my Dad who took up the challenge.

Bugged

A man thought he heard voices coming from his keyboard sitting by the wall. Was the NSA listening to him? 

He took his keyboard apart and then decided the voices were coming from the formerly empty apartment next door. He felt silly. He put the keyboard back together. 

The NSA agents were happy to hear him again. From now on, they’ll keep their noise to a minimum.

Rainfall

It's been a while since I've worked on Flash Fictions. I've enjoyed and miss them. When I received an email about Rochelle Wisoff's Friday Fictioneer, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to dust off my brain and tackle the challenge. Here is my 100-words or less flash fiction with the photo prompt of the week.
I would appreciate any comments and constructive critiques. Thank you for visiting my blog.

 Rainfall

The rain fell again – sending those inside the store scurrying to the back. It was not the flooding that worried them. It was the rain itself.

A customer had earlier stepped out of the store with groceries in hand, joked about getting wet – except as she stepped into the rain, her flesh immediately bubbled and blistered, sloughed off, exposing muscles and bone. The water that swirled around her ankles sliced off her feet, sending her tumbling into the flood – only to dissolve in a matter of minutes.

She never had a chance to scream.

But we had.