Sarah Ann Hall

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

Mediterranean Summer – #gargleblaster185

with 26 comments

 

Tacking to starboard, the crew luxuriated in warmth and jollity. Through kissing winds their sail sliced the blue. All around sea met sky, nothing else in sight.

Thump.

Lurch.

Arms flailed, glasses flew.

As the deck righted, none noticed their red wake.

 




 

 

Written by Sarah Ann

October 29, 2014 at 8:47 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 24/10/14 – Waiting and Longing

with 31 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.

 

Having read romantic fiction this week for research purposes, I decided to try my hand at some – not terribly successfully methinks. I’ve also been reading about emotion affecting how characters perceive their surroundings, so had a play with that too. All comments – especially the critical ones – gratefully received.

Thank you to Rochelle as ever for hosting and The Reclining Gentleman for this week’s photo.

 

 

 

Waiting and Longing

(Genre: Romantic Fiction; 100-words)

Jess surveyed the grey lake reflecting blanket cloud. She checked her phone. 10am – the bench, Tom’s text read. She knew she’d been early but, at twenty past, was he coming?

Late and panicking thanks to traffic, Tom bounced down the path. In the distance the lake shimmered, mirroring fluffs of cloud in the bright sky.

A clash and clatter of stones caused Jess to turn. A scuffle perhaps?

Slipping in haste, Tom let forth a waterfall of scree.

As Tom straightened, Jess’s unease fled and her lips twitched a smile. Tom grinned, his mouth as inviting as his welcoming arms.

 

Friday Fictioneers

 

Written by Sarah Ann

October 25, 2014 at 10:05 am

At the Pub Quiz – #gargleblaster184

with 8 comments

 

Between questions, curvaceous Elsie opined, ‘I’ve lain with my legs up, taken hormones, and screwed in line with my temperature.’

She shovelled peanuts, swigged her pint. ‘We can’t afford IVF.’

A bad friend, I kept quiet about the commonest causes of infertility.

 




 

 

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

with 27 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 – 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.

 

Friday Fictioneers

Written by Sarah Ann

October 17, 2014 at 11:18 am

One Drizzly Autumn Day – #gargleblaster183

with 25 comments

 

‘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

with 16 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.

 

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.’

 

Friday Fictioneers

 

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

with 13 comments

 

‘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

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 488 other followers

%d bloggers like this: