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#FridayFictioneers – 19/1/18 – Indubitable

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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.

I’m not at all sure about the below story. The idea is sound; I feel I failed in the execution as I’ve not had the time to edit I’d’ve liked. Critique away.

© J Hardy Carroll

 

Indubitable

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

Adele was born ten minutes before Sue.

They shared school, friends, clothes, growing pains, boyfriends.

Love and marriage divided them when job and husband took them to different ends of the country. Post and phone united them as they relayed new experiences in food and music. Some believed they communicated telepathically, which explained how Sue knew Adele was pregnant before she did.

Throughout life they found it almost impossible to argue, always knowing what the other thought and why.

Now, as Adele holds Sue’s hand, watching her fluttering eyelids, she wonders how she’ll survive when Sue’s chest ceases to rise.

 

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Written by Sarah Ann

January 19, 2018 at 8:39 pm

OLWG #29-32 – Mabel and Marvin Take Tea

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2018 has not started well in terms of keeping on top of things…. Here I am responding to four weeks of New Unofficial On-Line Writer’s Guild prompts. All 12 are listed at the bottom. There’s one I couldn’t incorporate into my scene below. Any suggestions on how to include it are very welcome.

Thank you to Thom Kerr for providing this challenge each week.

 

Marvin and Mabel Take Tea

Mabel and Marvin sit in a plush red leather banquette. A pot of tea and milk jug sits between them; they each have cups, and a plate of gooey Death by Chocolate cake oozes in front of Marvin.

Mabel: Is it good?

Marvin: It tastes just as deadly as it looks. Do you want some?

Mabel: Over-rated rubbish. You’ll need CPA after eating that.

Marvin: You mean CPR. And I won’t. Why don’t you try some? There’s enough to share.

Mabel: No, I want you to tell me all about Melissa.

Marvin: Mother she’s wonderful. My ideal woman. Petite, red-headed. She sings like an angel.

Mabel: You met her at choir?

Marvin: That’s right. She joined last term. I loved her from the moment I saw her. I thought she’d be out of my league, she is so pretty. And she’s as tuneful as a songbird. Listening to her practise is like hearing the birds at dawn.

Mabel: Tell me more about her, less about the singing.

Marvin: She’s got blue eyes and freckles. She’s always smiling. She works as a teacher; has one brother who lives up north. Her parents are local. She loves running, reading, tanning and singing.

Mabel: And how old is she?

Marvin: Thirty-five.

Mabel: Really? That old? I’d’ve expected you to go for someone younger. Or at least someone with the prospect of giving me grandchildren.

Marvin: There’s plenty of time for that.

Mabel: I’m beginning to think you don’t want them. Children I mean.

Marvin: We don’t have to. There are no rules.

Mabel: Yes there are. We are born, we get together with someone to have kids, and then we die.

Marvin: Mother, this may sound hard to believe but it doesn’t have to be like that.

Mabel: Your father was just the same. The way he hitched up his trousers I thought I’d never conceive. His little swimmers were always overheating and dying in all that constriction.

Marvin: [Stares speechless.]

Mabel: Don’t look at me like that.

Marvin: Like what?

Mabel: Like I drive you nuts and you hate me. My heart is pierced like daggers.

Marvin: Mother your heart is so hard it would take a diamond tipped ice pick to penetrate it.

Mabel: I wonder sometimes if they swapped you in the hospital. I don’t believe you can be my son. And soon I’ll be old and then I’ll die and I won’t have rocked your baby in my arms.

Marvin: Can we change the subject?

Mabel: Sure.

Marvin: How’s Auntie June?

Mabel: Oh she’s good. Since she went on the HRT she’s been much better. She looks like an impeccably dressed transvestite these days.

Marvin: Mother!

Mabel: What? I’m only telling the truth. Auntie June has always looked like a man. Now she looks like one who used to be a woman, which you have to admit is better considering she is a woman.

Marvin: Okay, maybe you’re right.

Mabel: Next question.

Marvin: I don’t have any.

Mabel: Neither have I.

Marvin: Shall we go then?

Mabel: I haven’t finished my drink.

Marvin: Oh, I have tea too.

Mabel: And cake to finish.

Marvin: Please have some mother.

Mabel: Strange but true, but when I say I do or don’t want something I tend to mean it.

Marvin: Fine, have it your way. But I might be a while. It is very rich.

Mabel: I can wait for the moment. And if you take too long, you’ll be paying the bill.

 

 

  1. Neither have I.
  2. An impeccably dressed transvestite.
  3. The birds at dawn.
  4. Really? That old?
  5. Was she really invisible?
  6. Just as deadly as it looks.
  7. pierced like daggers
  8. CPA
  9. Strange but true
  10. hitched up his trousers
  11. there are no rules
  12. oh, I have tea too

 

Go ahead and dive in,
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.

Have fun

Written by Sarah Ann

January 12, 2018 at 3:30 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 12/1/18 – Marital Bliss

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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.

I have struggled since Wednesday trying to come up with a story for this week’s photo. I thought specimens, scrutiny, being under examination, and then I showed the prompt to my other half and he saw the corner of a restaurant.

Thank you to Rochelle for hosting and Victor and Sarah Potter for this week’s photo.

 

© Victor and Sarah Potter

Marital Bliss

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

Months I’ve waited for this table. I told them it was a special occasion and they said they’d pull out all the stops at this fanciest place in town so my wife and I could celebrate our thirtieth anniversary in style. So why am I sitting at a table squeezed in between the toilet entrance and the fire exit? Talk about filthy. I wonder whether the spiders are de rigeur or an environmentally friendly form of cockroach prevention.

Thankfully the wine is good, as I will be drinking a lot of it. The wife’s in Antigua with my best friend.

 

 

Written by Sarah Ann

January 12, 2018 at 3:12 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 5/1/18 – (In)Substantial

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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.

I think I’m stuck in a semi-autobiographical rut. I wrote a story for last week’s prompt all about spinning plates, and ran out of time to post it. I have to say, I’m a much more linear-thinking person than my protagonist below.

© Roger Bultot

(In)Substantial

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

Her life is a notice board of lists and torn out articles, held together with pins and tangles of string. It confuses everyone but her: the whorls of disparate events and their non-interconnectedness. It is the only way she can make sense of the world.

Linear is shaky, too straightforward and can be pushed off course by the slightest collision. Single gossamer threads break easily. Nets and webs allow for movement, change, adaptation.

She knows life didn’t used to be this complicated, but forgets when it became so. This is how she copes: loops and convolutions leading to clear sightedness.

 

 

Written by Sarah Ann

January 5, 2018 at 2:36 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 22/12/17 – The Crystal Caves

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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.

Thank you to Rochelle for hosting and Björn for this week’s photo. Happy Christmas everyone. I will get round to reading and commenting, but imagine I’ll be even later than usual over the coming days….

 

 

The Crystal Caves

(Genre: you decide; 100-words)

‘Twas a spectacular sight: light shining, bouncing, dancing.

Health and safety dictated: Everyone entering the cavern must wear a hardhat.

Visitors were counted in and out by hats returned.

‘There are 15 missing this month,’ Sergei said.

‘We must stop people going in.’

‘We don’t advertise. I’ve taken the signposts down. Word about its beauty still spreads.’

‘We’ll close; lock the gates.’

‘People would break in, take souvenirs. It might take more of them.’

‘At least I wouldn’t know how many had gone.’

Erica finally understood her parents’ reluctance to expand the generations old family business, and mourned their disappearance.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

December 22, 2017 at 4:17 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 15/12/17 – Clearing Sand

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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.

I haven’t had my head buried in sand the past two weeks, but I might as well have done for the use it’s been. Time has run away from me and I’ve not been writing as I should. Hopefully, things are calmer and I’ll resume normal service, but then again what’s normal? Where do you go with Sandra’s photo this week? I know how I got here, but it is a little tangential, after all it’s what you see… and this is a vignette not a story, but it is something.

Thank you Rochelle for hosting.

 

Clearing Sand

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

‘Head the size of a planet.’

‘And the ego to match.’

‘Yeah, but we love him.’

‘Do we?’

‘Sometimes.’ Esther thought of her father and how she truly felt. ‘He’s an arrogant bastard who drives me nuts.’

‘Your counselling’s working.’

‘It is Mum,’ Esther smiled. ‘How about yours?’

‘It’s going well. I recognise your father as a miserable old man; one that I still love.’

‘Enough to stay with him?’

‘No. I filed for divorce yesterday.’

Esther gasped.

‘Sorry if that shocks you,’ her mother shrugged.

‘It surprises me, but I’m happy. It’s about time you lived your own life.’

 

Written by Sarah Ann

December 15, 2017 at 1:51 pm

OLWG#26 – Micropoetry – #amwriting

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This week’s New Unofficial On’Line Writer’s Guild prompts leant themselves to being an American sentence all by themselves. Very lazily and only slightly adapted, here are 17-sylables:

‘You can learn a lot from books,’ the gypsy woman said. ‘Mine’s out March 1st.’

I need to spend longer than 25-minutes coming up with a response to these, and to stop using the prompts as titles. However, taking each prompt in turn I’ve stuck with poetry this week: a haiku, a cinquain (although having read the original post on these, I’m not sure the stresses are right at all), and a shadorma. Having broken away from the grip of NaNoWriMo, I decided to have a bit of fun.

 

You can learn a lot from books

eccentricity

more read about than achieved

he practised daily

 

The gypsy woman said

Happy,

I see you are.

May it last forever.

On the other hand it may not.

Useless.

 

It won’t be available until April 1st

*Her new book:

glossy front cover,

overpriced,

badly writ.

April fools’ day a good day

to launch such drivel.

 

* ‘The’ did not fit here, feel free to replace ‘her’ with ‘his’.

Written by Sarah Ann

November 30, 2017 at 6:52 pm

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