Sarah Ann Hall

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

#FridayFictioneers – 17/10/14 – Sheep and Seagulls

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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 – Douglas M. MacIlroy

Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

 

Sheep and Seagulls

(Genre: Contemporary Fiction, 100-words)

Sophie attempted to sell shells on the beach before advancing to pick pockets on the promenade. The first time caught, she escaped with a caution; the tenth, she boarded in a young offenders institution.

After the sixth YOI stay. her mother gave up. Her father, missing for two years prior to Sophie’s entrepreneurship, couldn’t help. So her uncle, unafraid of a young woman’s fists or tongue, intervened. He took her from the sea to a farm in the hills, and an aunt who couldn’t stop baking.

Love and rain fell equally in both places, but sheep hear better than seagulls.

 

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Written by Sarah Ann

October 17, 2014 at 11:18 am

One Drizzly Autumn Day – #gargleblaster183

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‘I can’t do it.’

‘Yes you can. Lie back.’

‘Daylight’s seeping through the curtains.’

‘It’s cold and raining outside.’

‘This feels wrong.’

‘Truly, you’ve never spent a whole day in bed?’

‘Not even when I’m ill.’

‘Today’s gonna be an experience then.’

 




 

#FridayFictioneers – 10/10/14 – Recovery

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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.

 

This week I’ve been busy scrubbing and painting (see below), and summoning my muse has been thwarted by physical exhaustion. When I saw Tears for Fears in Rochelle’s photo, I decided to do something with their lyrics. (I’m sure someone else will have done this too.) Once I’d started, it was difficult to stop, so here are two efforts using the constraint of others’ words.

 

Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

Recovery

(Genre: Misery100-words)

What has happened to the friend that I once knew? Where does the end of me become the start of you? We walk and talk in time.

When all you do is see me through, I did not have the nerve. I asked for more and more. I wanted to be with you alone, with the ups and downs; all for freedom and for pleasure.

I hope we live to tell the tale. It’s hard to be a man when there’s a gun in your hand.

These are things I can do without. Kiss them goodbye. No more sleepy dreaming.

 

 

Six Months In

(Genre: general fiction, 99-words)

‘I find it kind of sad. It’s all too late.’

‘I feel somebody somewhere is trying to breathe.’

‘I find it hard to tell you. Oh I feel so…’

‘Come on. Let it all out.’

‘The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had.’

‘I feel deep in your heart there are wounds time can’t heal.’

‘All I want to be is completely in command. Well you know what I mean.’

‘For all you say, you keep me waiting.’

‘I can’t stand this indecision.’

‘You can change.’

‘How can I be sure?’

‘Nothing ever lasts forever.’

 

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Tears for Fears songs I used a line or more from: Woman in Chains, Pale Shelter, Everybody Wants to Rule the World, Break it Down Again, Change, Shout, Head Over Heels, Mad World.

Written by Sarah Ann

October 11, 2014 at 1:15 pm

Mum’s Favourite Word – #gargleblaster182

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‘No.’

‘But I love him.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous. You’ve known him five minutes.’

‘I met him last week.’

‘What colour are his eyes?’

‘Brown. I think. He’s clean and tidy. He doesn’t smell. Pleeeeeease.’

‘No, Lisa. You are not having a tortoise.’

 




 

 

Written by Sarah Ann

October 8, 2014 at 7:38 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 3/10/14 – Silver Spoon

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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.


Oh dear, I missed two weeks. My muse has taken an unforeseen and unsanctioned leave of absence. I don’t think she’s finished her holiday yet, but at least she popped home long enough for me to come up with the below.

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Kent for the photo of ‘unidentifiable on a stick.’

 

Copyright - Kent Bonham

Copyright – Kent Bonham

 

 

Silver Spoon

(Genre: Historical fiction; 100-words)

 

‘It isn’t working. No matter how much I pour into her, she stays sick.’

‘A few more days.’

‘It’s been a fortnight.’

‘How do you administer it – pap-boat, spoon?’

‘Spoon.’

‘Silver?

Margaret stared. How should she afford silver?

‘It stays clean,’ the doctor said by way of explanation.

‘I scrub, I clean,’ she choked.

‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean. Here,’ he fidgeted in a pocket. ‘I’ll loan you one.’

A week later Margaret’s child was alive. After a month, Alice was thriving and the spoon returned. Whether time, medicine, silver’s antiseptic properties, or a mother’s love cured her, remained moot.

 

 

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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

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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.

 

 
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Written by Sarah Ann

September 12, 2014 at 10:50 pm

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