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#FridayFictioneers – 26/5/17 – Regret

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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 story wrote itself, I was not in control once nature’s tendrils started wandering, and I have found it difficult to edit so I know there has to be something wrong with it – let me know what it is!

Thank you to Rochelle as ever, and to J Hardy Carroll for the prompt.

© J Hardy Carroll

Regret

(Genre: humour; 100-words)

Nature has started to re-assert herself. Green shoots twist and ease their way into gaps in the brickwork. In time, she will devour the eyesore and passersby will see only a mound of vegetation. Few will remember the mighty folly that once stood here; none will be able to imagine its grandeur from its remains.

I will visit on every anniversary of the conflagration until I can no longer walk the hills.

To lose such a monument under my custodianship is shaming.

And if ever the grandchildren come to stay again, I will be searching their knicker elastic for matches.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

May 26, 2017 at 2:32 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 19/5/17 – Fixtures and Fittings

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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.

As usual, it took a while for any ideas to form, and then I came up with the below. Is this a story? Perhaps more of a vingette. Does it work? Let me know.

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Roger Butolt for this week’s photo.

© Roger Butolt

 

Fixtures and Fittings

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

‘Why do we always come here?’

‘It’s where we had our first date.’

‘And our last.’

‘They know us.’

‘We love the food.’

‘They leave us alone and don’t mind us poring over paperwork.’

‘And the coffee’s good.’

‘And the coffee’s good!’

‘We should try somewhere else.’

‘It wouldn’t be as comfortable.’

‘Which is why we should make the effort.’

‘Maybe.’

‘You’re too non-committal.’

‘You’re too rigid.’

‘Here we go.’

‘And that’s another thing going for his place; they don’t mind our arguments.’

‘There’s something I need to say.’

‘Me too.’

‘I don’t want us to get divorced.’

‘Me either.’

 

Written by Sarah Ann

May 19, 2017 at 2:14 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 12/5/17 – A Moment in Time

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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 really struggled coming up with something that wasn’t obvious/ boring this week, which is why I’m posting so late. I’m not sure this works. I tried to go funny using characters from a previous post, but misery took over my muse.

Thanks Rochelle for hosting and the prompt this week.

 

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

A Moment in Time

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

‘How is it my fault?’ I say looking at the hanging wing mirror.

‘If I hadn’t been picking you up, it wouldn’t have happened,’ Colin screams.

‘You won’t let me drive myself.’

‘I worry,’ he whines, ‘about you being out alone.’

Since turning seventy-five, Colin had become safety obsessed.

‘I’m hardly likely to be kidnapped by slavers.’

‘I want to do it,’ he says. ‘It gets me out the house.’

Colin’s becoming more reclusive, relying on my friends for company.

He won’t explain how the lamppost jumped across the pavement.

I think of his mother and fear for our future.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

May 14, 2017 at 7:24 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 5/5/17 – Dwell Not

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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 stared and stared at this week’s prompt and couldn’t muster anything. Then I began to think about decay, and this strong female character turned up.

Thank you, as ever, to Rochelle for hosting and Sandra for the photo.

Copyright Sandra Crook

 

Dwell Not

(Genre: historical fiction; 100-words)

The hall’s fading splendour cuts Elsa deep. She once thought to reign here. Old Edward had favoured his cousin umpteenth times removed. Until the housemaid begot his brat. None fully believed; Edward was too proud to deny.

Elsa married a different cousin, strengthening the line with six healthy children.

The housemaid died of pox. Her brat is barren, however frequently and forcibly he humps; he ages speedily. None wish to bear his scion, or bind themselves to a house that rots while he gambles.

Soon Elsa will return as widow, residing while her sons restore grandeur to house and name.

 

 

Written by Sarah Ann

May 5, 2017 at 5:40 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 21/4/17 – Septuagenarian Adventure

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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.

With thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Magaly Guerrero for this week’s prompt.

I can’t quite believe I’ve managed to post this on a Thursday, but life gave me an in this week – I will be following my protagonist’s example next Wednesday.

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Magaly Guerrero

© Magaly Guerrero

 

Septuagenarian Adventure

(Genre: humour; 100-words)

‘Frances, you’re 75.’

My husband is a master of truth.

‘And?’

‘It’s undignified.’

‘The woman who runs the sessions said there are lots of beginners like me.’

‘You’re not as fit as you were.’

‘That’s why I signed up.’

‘What about equipment?’

‘I only need shoes.’

‘You’re….’ he paused.

There are occasions when Colin trips over the truth.

‘There’s more of you than there was,’ he attempted diplomatically.

‘You mean is the floor reinforced?’

‘I didn’t say…’

‘I’m fat, Colin. I need to lose weight and enjoy it. That’s why I joined The Marvellous Tapping Heffalumps. Come jiggle with me?’

 

Written by Sarah Ann

April 20, 2017 at 3:23 pm

#FridayFictioneers -14/4/17 – Gone Astray

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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.

 

© Dale Rogerson

Gone Astray

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

I’ve been to the police station five times. The desk jockeys think I’m hysterical. They don’t believe my mother is missing.

‘She hasn’t been gone 24-hours,’ they say. ‘She’s an adult.’

I insist it’s out of character.

She only ever eats pizza on the anniversary of dad’s disappearance, with fingers from the box, ready to run. However long it takes to consume, she doesn’t move until it’s done, in case he comes back to finish the one he left. She’s been fulfilling this ritual for 15-years. She couldn’t not complete it.

Unless something happened.

Unless she went to join him.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

April 14, 2017 at 5:34 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 7/4/17 – Constant Companion

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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.

As usual, I am not feeling confident about my efforts below, so criticise away. Thank you Rochelle for hosting, and Jellicoe’s Stationhouse for this week’s photo.

 

© Jellico’s Stationhouse

 

Constant Companion

(Genre: speculative fiction; 100-words)

During the day, they are attached to their hosts. It is only when dusk falls that they separate and live independently.

Only ever seen from the corner of an eye, they cause fear and trepidation.

During the night, they slip through cracks and keyholes. While people sleep, they flit about, observing. Their ethereal nature means they aren’t much use for anything. Their existence is futile, but necessary, and they never interfere.

With dawn, they rejoin their fellow, leaving only the lingering scent of exasperation. In sunlight, they disappear or stand proud, never able to explain.

Everyone has one. A shadow.

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