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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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Thin Walls – Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

‘Doomed!’

‘Different cultures!’

‘What about your children?’

Jenny pretended that it didn’t matter and walked down the aisle with a smile on her face, but she felt their eyes pierce her back. Then she caught sight of Kopano’s face, the joyful glow, and her determination did not falter.

The difficulties arose when they moved to his country. Sleeping on a futon was torture and thin walls did not disguise their neighbours’ arguments. The locals refused to understand her attempts at Japanese. Her spirit shrunk and known as the ‘Foreigner’, she died friendless. Kopano’s love could not save her.

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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Hidden – a story for the Friday Fictioneers

photo-prompt-amy-reesePHOTO PROMPT copyright Amy Reese

Everyone has a compartment of herself that no one is allowed to open. The face is not an entry to the soul and secrets can be hidden.

No one knew that better than Rose.

Forty years she kept quiet. Others described her as kind, generous, loving – little did they know.

In death, all was revealed. Church pews could not contain everyone and there were many witnesses when her son spat on the coffin. In a car outside, his wife restrained their son – a man child that his grandmother had said only a mother could love.

Thank you to Rochelle at http://www.rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com. She organises the Friday Fictioneers. Authors write a piece of 100 word fiction 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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Distant Shores – Friday Fictioneers

photo prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

photo prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Rachel yearned for the sight of land. Twenty seven days, they tossed on the ocean waves in a container that seemed smaller with each passing day. The romantic notion was now a reality and not even the midnight sky with thousands of twinkling stars could re-ignite her passion. She hated him.

Behind was a life of comfort, family and the country she loved.

Ahead nothing but more days of salty spray.  The world adventure he offered.

She peeled the gold band off of her finger, lobbed it into the wake behind and sighed.

‘Your watch’, she shouted down the hatch.

http://www.rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com organises the successful Friday Fictioneers. Authors write a piece of 100 word fiction on a photo prompt and exchange comments on their work.  Come and join us and see where your imagination takes you. Thank you Rochelle for keeping this group active.

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Charlie’s Grandpa – Friday Fictioneers

 

 

 

Photo prompt©Rochelle Risoff-Fields

Photo prompt©Rochelle Risoff-Fields 

Sorry Fictioneers, this did start out as a comic piece but that dark side intervened again.

‘My Gramps lived in there.’

‘The brick place?’

‘Nope.’

‘That big white place on the hill?’

‘Nope.’

‘Where then?’

‘In there. Next to the blue one.’

‘Don’t be stupid. No one lives in a bottle.’

‘My Gramps did! Mum told me he was in there.’

‘No way. And anyway, how did he get inside?’

‘Magic.’

‘There’s no such thing!’

‘Yes there is. My mum said so.’

‘It’s impossible. I can’t even slide my finger in.’

‘No stupid. You need to be transformed.’

‘To what?’

‘Ash.’

 

http://www.rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com organises the successful Friday Fictioneers. Authors write a piece of 100 word fiction on a photo prompt and exchange comments on their work.  Come and join us and see where your imagination takes you. Thank you Rochelle for keeping this group active.

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Lucky Rain – Friday Fictioneers

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Lucky, rain on your wedding day.

Rosie would clobber the next auntie who said that.  All the planning; all that money. A year’s work for one day.

Of course, ‘best laid plans’…

First the flowers. Alison freaked at the lilies, screaming at Rosie, ‘Your friend knows they make my eyes swell. We should’ve used a proper florist!’

Then, Doug stepped on the lace train. Alison’s colour drained and matched her dress. Rosie’s repair wasn’t visible from a distance.

The car, The Fiancé’s choice – a tiny back seat. A sea of  meringue swallowed Alison.

Groom absconded.

No luck there, either.

http://www.rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com organises the successful Friday Fictioneers. Authors write a piece of 100 word fiction on a photo prompt and exchange comments on their work. Thank you Rochelle for keeping this group active.

 

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Bequest – Friday Fictioneers

copyight-sean-fallon©Sean Fallon

The solicitor wore an expression of sympathy and handed me the sealed envelope. After shaking his hand, I maintained a mask of my own until the lift doors closed. Alone, I tore at the gummed strip with trembling hands. This was what I had been waiting for my entire adult life.

My daughter inherits my estate. The enclosed key will reveal all.

At last, my reward. The address and name of the bank followed.

I now remember that I skipped my way there.

In the dark bowels of the bank, I opened the safety box.

Even in death, he tortured me.

 rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com continues to run the successful Friday Fictioneers where authors write a piece of 100 word fiction on a photo prompt and exchange comments on their work. Thank you Rochelle for keeping this group active.

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