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Who? – 100 words for the Friday Fictioneers

Photo prompt ©Dale Rogerson

The snoring wakes her. An overdose of beer is not all that upsets her stomach.

Who is in her bed?

Jenny tries to open her eyes; last night’s mascara clogs her lashes like glue. She’s never forgotten to remove her make-up.

A bear growls and lops his arm across her chest, his hair tickling her naked breasts. The room smells of burnt cheese and stale breath, and unwanted memories surface. A bar. A man replacing empty glasses with more beer. Someone to fill the void left by Greg.

There’s money on her bedside table. How much further will she fall?

A shout out to the amazing Rochelle at http://www.rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com. She organises the photo prompts and links for the Friday Fictioneers. Authors write a piece of 100 word fiction, prose or poetry based on a photo prompt and exchange comments on each other’s work.  If you are a writer of short fiction, join the group and let your imagination feed us with your stories. 

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Left Behind – 100 words (ish) for the Friday Fictioneers

Photo Prompt ©Jellico’s Stationhouse

A shout out to the amazing Rochelle at http://www.rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com. She organises the photo prompts and links for the Friday Fictioneers. Authors write a piece of 100 word fiction, prose or poetry based on a photo prompt and exchange comments on each other’s work.  If you are a writer of short fiction, join the group and let your imagination feed us with your stories. 

 

‘How will you manage?’ A snowfall of damp tissue fell from Rosie’s fingers, scattering on to the hall carpet. She resisted the urge to reach out her shaking hand and grab his shirt.

His back to her, Geoff ignored her cry, grunting as he lifted the dufflebag strap on to his shoulder.

He had given up answering.

‘Who’ll look after you?’ A sob broke the question. She chewed her lip. Why couldn’t she keep quiet?

Geoff sighed, quickly pulling the door open but as he stepped through, he turned and blew a kiss.

‘I’ll be back next weekend, Mum.’

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First Bike – Friday Fictioneers

Photo Prompt ©Jennifer Pendergast

‘That one Mummy.’

When she walked on without an acknowledgement, he planted his bottom on the grass, crossed arms over his chest and stared at the back of her head, challenging her to a stand-off.

‘I want that bike.’

Disguising her smile, Mary turned around and retorted, ‘Want doesn’t get. Maybe if you’re a good boy, Santa will bring one.’

‘Red with black wheels.’

‘We’ll see what he brings. Come on now. Let’s meet Daddy.’

Henry waited in the cafe and winked with a nod at Mary as she lowered into the chair. Her precious boy would get his wish.

 

Time is short this week. Visitors are in residence and I am trying to stick to my resolve to write stories without going to the dark side so forgive this light bit of fluff and any editing errors. I hope that you enjoy it nonetheless.

A shout out to the amazing Rochelle at http://www.rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com. She organises the photo prompts and links for the Friday Fictioneers. 

Authors write a piece of 100 word fiction, prose or poetry based on a photo prompt and exchange comments on each other’s work.  If you are a writer of short fiction, join in and let your imagination feed us with your stories. 

 

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Downstream – Friday Fictioneers

Photo Prompt © Ted Strutz

Photo Prompt © Ted Strutz

The wagon teetered then tipped its cargo, including the beautiful widow, Mrs. Snow, and her three children into the flow. The youngsters welcomed their dip and laughed as they splashed each other. They were not hampered by long skirts and so were not aware of the danger and their mother did not want to frighten them as she was dragged along the current. Eventually, she sank to the riverbed. Young Jeremiah, one of Mrs. Snow’s suitors, heard the cries for help and he swam to the bubbles, grasped calico and pulled her to the surface. Once his lips touched hers, how could she refuse his proposal?

 

I’m writing from the soft side again this week as the chair looks so lonely that I am afraid my dark side would cause tears and I’m tempted to say that this story is a bit wet but that would cause groans. 

Rochelle at http://www.rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com organises the Friday Fictioneers and she does a wonderful job so thank you to her.

Authors write a piece of 100 word fiction, prose or poetry based on a photo prompt and exchange comments on each other’s work.  If you are a writer of short fiction, join in and let your imagination feed us with your stories.

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The Ice Vault – a story for the Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The man’s mouth moved but her mind refused to accept his words. A pain, so sharp that she struggled to breathe causing her to gasp as she reached out to touch the motionless fingers. Eventually she raised her head, looked up at the man and nodded.

‘If you’re ready, we’ll take him to the vault. The process will begin immediately.’

‘Will he .. When he … Will there be pain?’

‘We don’t think so. It should be like waking after a long sleep.’

The woman nodded and then, she rummaged in her bag. ‘Take his teddy. He’ll need his friend in that strange world. ‘

Thank you to Rochelle at http://www.rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com who organises the Friday Fictioneers. Authors write a piece of 100 word fiction, prose or poetry based on a photo prompt and exchange comments on their work.  If you are a writer of short fiction, join us and see where your imagination takes you.

 

 

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The Strike – Friday Fictioneers

Photo Prompt ©Sandra Crook

Photo Prompt ©Sandra Crook

The boy, half his size, tugged on the hem of Alistair’s jacket.

‘What now?’ he grumbled.

The boy chewed his lower lip and beckoned. Alistair wagged his head, then knelt so that he was at his brother’s level.

‘I can’t see.’

Freddie had a point – they were engulfed in a forest of legs and steel capped boots.

‘Come on, hop on my shoulders.’ His muscles burned as Alistair rose. ‘You’re getting heavy mate. Hold on, we’re going to the front. Let’s show them bosses who they’ll be hurting. Wave your sign Freddie.’

‘Save jobs. Feed my brother.’

Thank you to Rochelle at http://www.rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com who organises the Friday Fictioneers. Authors write a piece of 100 word fiction, prose or poetry based on a photo prompt and exchange comments on their work.  If you are a writer of short fiction, join us and see where your imagination takes you.

 

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Strings – 100 words for Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg

PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg

‘Such a shame.’

Joan didn’t look sorry. If anything, her eyes shone as she put her hand to the side of her mouth. I don’t know why she bothered, none of the others had arrived.

‘Flo told me he waited by the carousel for more than three hours. Imagine. All of those people disappointed, all that money to return.’

‘Couldn’t he borrow one?’

‘He’s a diva! Went off on a rant by all accounts. No one’s seen him since.’ Joan licked her lips and withdrew her treasure from its case. ‘Guess who’s been promoted?’

Why did I suspect foul play?

Thank you to Rochelle at http://www.rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com. She organises the Friday Fictioneers. Authors write a piece of 100 word fiction, prose or poetry based on a photo prompt and exchange comments on their work.  If you are a writer of short fiction, join us and see where your imagination takes you.

 

 

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