Sarah Ann Hall

Flash fiction, progress on WIPs, and the occasional excuse for not writing anything.

Last Thoughts? – gargleblaster#180

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Red lights fill the view. I kick the brake.

No use.

Squeal. Bang. Crumple.

Silence.

A moment passes before my back is afire; legs and arms searing.

Throbbing head droops. Lips dribble.

Eyes closing, I hear my mother’s voice: ‘You are loved.’

 




 

 

Written by Sarah Ann

September 24, 2014 at 8:03 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 12/9/14 – Friday

with 35 comments

Every Wednesday Rochelle Wisoff-Fields publishes a photo prompt to inspire writers to write 100-words of flash fiction or poetry.

At any point during the following week, the Friday Fictioneers post their 100-word tales. Read the other stories by clicking below.

 

Many thanks to Janet for the photo and Rochelle for hosting.

I’m not sure my effort is a story. I’m feeling as frazzled as my character, but didn’t want to miss another week, so this is not as polished as I’d like.

 

 

Copyright - Janet Webb

Copyright – Janet Webb

 

Friday

(Genre: General Fiction;100-words)

This morning’s train was late. Her boss left for his meeting without the vital paperwork or his phone. Ally chases around all day, her plans wrecked.

At home there are three unintelligible answer-phone messages from her mother, Jim is stuck in traffic, the cat has puked an assault course of fur-balls, and Jessie has been dumped.

Ally pours a glass of wine and runs a bath.

She glides in. The water scolds, then sooths. Her toes frolic.

She settles back, cradling her glass. Eyes closed, muscles relaxing, stress crawls away allowing exhaustion to sidle in.

Her head droops.

Wine spills.

 

 
Friday Fictioneers

 

Written by Sarah Ann

September 12, 2014 at 10:50 pm

Ris de veau – #gargleblaster178

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‘It’s soft.’

‘It’s chewy.’

‘It’s a regional speciality.’

‘It’s delicious’.

‘Yum.’

‘It’s pancreas.’

‘Bleugh’.

‘Yuk.’

‘Did you have to?’

 

 

‘Liz, you look fantastic. Good holiday? France proffered its usual great wine and food?’

‘We had a wonderful time. And everyone lost weight.’

 




 

Written by Sarah Ann

September 8, 2014 at 9:59 pm

Missing inaction

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Writing, blogging and reading have taken a back seat as hubby and I rush to get a friend’s house painted before autumn arrives.

 

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Currently busy elsewhere.

 

Oh, and then there’s Dad to look after while Mum’s in convalescence care for two and a bit weeks.

Hoping to fit in some flash fiction, but I’m already exhausted and we’re only four days in.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

September 6, 2014 at 10:10 pm

Twisted Inheritance – #gargleblaster177

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When Dad died, Tim offered Aggie the attic.

Soporific lavender, cloying roses, mouldering leaves, whispering wind and hissing rain all leaked in.

Scent and susurration soothed her soul.

Bales of blankets bolstered her body.

Fresh air ensured she saw her brother out.

 




 

 

 

Written by Sarah Ann

September 1, 2014 at 5:21 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 29/8/14 – Fussy Eater

with 40 comments

Every Wednesday Rochelle Wisoff-Fields publishes a photo prompt to inspire writers to write 100-words of flash fiction or poetry.

At any point during the following week, the Friday Fictioneers post their 100-word tales. Read the other stories by clicking below.

 

 

Copyright - Madison Woods

Copyright – Madison Woods

 

 

Fussy Eater

(Genre: Humour; 99-words)

 

Breakfast

‘Eat it.’

‘No.’

‘Eat it!’

The clamp of lip tightens.

‘You won’t grow hairs on your chest.’

 

Lunch

‘Eat it.’

‘It’s cold.’

‘I’ll microwave it.’

‘I don’t want hairs on my chest.’

 

Dinner

‘Again?’

‘You’ll get it until you eat it.’

‘Even when it’s blue and hairy?’

‘Don’t be smart.’

 

Supper

‘This is child abuse!’

‘How can feeding you be abuse?’

‘I don’t like it.’

‘You used to love it.’

‘I had a traumatic experience.’

‘That put you off porridge?’

‘Yes. I only want toast for breakfast from now on.’

 

Breakfast

‘Toast!’

‘It’s burnt.’

‘Goldilocks, don’t push it.’

 

Friday Fictioneers

 

Written by Sarah Ann

August 28, 2014 at 9:16 pm

The Short Life of Lucy Butler – #gargleblaster176

with 36 comments

 

‘Congratulations. Kids next then?’

‘Not until we’ve finished the house.’

….

‘Good turn out.’

‘She was well loved.’

‘Always ran everywhere. Always busy.’

‘Thirty years I knew her. Never finished their house.’

‘No?’

‘For someone so busy, I often wonder what she did.’

 




 

 

 

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