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#FridayFictioneers – 17/11/17 – The Allotment

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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 struggled coming up with a tale this week. Once I had the idea, I struggled to get it down to 100-words. I’m sure there’s a vitally important part to my story that has remained in my head rather than reaching the screen.

Thank you to Rochelle for hosting and J Hardy Carroll for the photo.

 

© J Hardy Carroll

The Allotment

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

The blue lights fade away. Foam shines against rich loam. Jim’s plot, usually neat rows and labels, is a sea of churned up boot prints. Greenhouses on either side are metal frames surrounded by glass shards sticking up at all angles.

‘What happened?’ I ask.

‘I was cold,’ Danny says approaching. ‘I nipped round the corner for some fags. A mouse must have knocked the candle over.’

Which lit the fertilizer in the corner: the flames took flight with the wind, jumped from shed roof to dry compost heap to petrol can.

I hug Danny. ‘Spring’s coming. We’ll sort it.’

 

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November 17, 2017 at 9:23 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 10/11/17 – The Humungous Shop of Wonders

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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 wondered whether I’d manage to come up with anything this week as I’m attempting NaNoWriMo. Needless to say I’m behind where I need to be with that. When I saw Marie’s picture, my title shot to mind, and then two possibilities. You’ve got both to pick over and critique below.

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting every week without fail, and Marie for this week’s prompt.

 

The Humungous Shop of Wonders Version 1

(Genre: children’s fiction; 100-words)

Edward looked forward to his weekly visit to his grandparents and their trip to his favourite toyshop. He walked reverentially through its pillared doorway, marvelled at the central hall with its balconies and mezzanines going on forever.

A pause, before Edward shot left, right, left again. He flitted, gambolled, skipped, ogled, touched tentatively, decided, shook his head, moved on. He flew up stairs, stamped impatiently in elevators, anticipating the next array of fantastical treasures.

After an hour Edward waited for his grandparents at the entrance, always empty handed, pocket money saved, looking forward to doing it all again next week.

 

 

The Humungous Shop of Wonders Version 2

(Genre: adult fiction; 100-words)

Ricky was having a shit day. He’d lost his artillery and needed a fix, quick. Guts churning, fingers trembling, he knocked tentatively. This was a new factory. The door opened and Ricky’s eyes popped.

Buttons, bennies, black hollies, crystals, dolphins, eggs, goofballs, hay, heaven, ice, Lucy, Miss Emma, pebbles, rocks, slime, yaba.

The walls were shelved, stacked and labelled, full of goods to meet everyone’s pleasure; the works and rig too. His yen was over; he’d score, ride the wave, go on a trip and soon be zonked. Pity he didn’t have much lettuce. Now to find a shooting gallery.

 

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November 10, 2017 at 6:35 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 3/11/17 – The Collector

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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.

You might have thought it would be easier to write something to one of your own photos. Not for me. I look at the photo and remember the place and the day, where we were moored, the friend we were with, the necklace she spent a fortune on in the vintage shop just across the road, the beer we drank in the evening, None of that helped with forming a story; the one I’ve come up with is definitely lacking oomph.

Thank you to Rochelle for hosting and using one of my photos this week.

 

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The Collector

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

Uncle John always said I’d have his collection when he died.

When I visited as a child with my mother, she scoffed at the idea. ‘She’ll never have a house big enough.’

John waved away her protestations, and showed me his latest acquisition. Mother fretted about me breaking something. ‘She’s very careful,’ he’d say. ‘She’s a delicate touch.’

True to his word he left me the lot, house included, and a note. ‘Do with it as you wish. If you want to sell, sell.’ And with that freedom I have kept his home intact, in time to pass to another.

 

 

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November 3, 2017 at 3:30 pm

Not #FridayFictioneers – alternative haiku

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weekend holiday
forces FF desertion
back next week refreshed

 

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.

© Sandra Crook

Written by Sarah Ann

October 19, 2017 at 8:30 am

#FridayFictioneers – 13/10/17 – Angry Bird

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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.

The character below jumped out of Doug’s photo and my story wrote itself this week, so strong is the voice that wanted to be heard. In fact, it’s so strong I’ve been unable to edit it, so let me know how the below can be improved .

Thank you Rochelle for hosting and to Doug for the photo.

Angry Bird

(Genre: humour; 100-words)

‘Hey you! What ya doing? He’s made the effort to catch me and hold me up to the camera, the least you could do is get me in focus. You blind or summat? What’s so interesting over there anyway? You a spy? See something you need to take a closer peek at? DO IT LATER. I am the star of this picture, and I’m getting squeezed here in this keen little fist. Concentrate on me. You’re not getting my best side. Hey, I’m talking to you. You deaf as well as blind? Or just ignorant? Where you going now? Hey!’

 

 

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October 13, 2017 at 11:21 am

#FridayFictioneers – 6/10/17 – Lost in Translation

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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.


 

Trying to erect a polycarbonate wall in the dark has put me back this week, so I’ve not done the editing I would have liked on the below. Ted’s picture immediately reminded me of a story I wrote an age ago for Andy’s Two for Tuesday, but Friday Fictioneers is all about the new and responding to a prompt, not recycling. So the old story is here for anyone who wants to see where Death Takes a Holiday.

Thanks, as always to Rochelle and Ted.

 

 

Lost in Translation

(Genre: general fiction/ humour; 100-words)

 

‘Athens. Shanghai. Luxor. Paris. Barcelona. Berlin. Our very own world tour.’

‘Constantinople.’

‘Istanbul.’

‘Whatever.’

‘Venice. The Bridge of Sighs. Gondolas.’

‘Do you think they’ll be pirates?’

‘In Venice?’

‘Anywhere.’

‘Around some African coasts maybe, but security is high everywhere these days. We’re going to have a safe and happy six months away.’

‘Six weeks, you mean.’

‘We can’t see anything in six weeks. Let alone feel, taste, touch.’

‘I’m not into tasting too much foreign stuff. They have bad drains you know.’

‘We discussed this. Six months travelling before we’re too old and decrepit.’

‘I know I said –’

‘Bye Bill.’

 

Written by Sarah Ann

October 6, 2017 at 9:59 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 29/9/17 – Deprivation

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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 am fed up with decorating. It takes forever and stops me writing. I failed to participate last week and have scribbled something from nowhere this.

Thank you to Rochelle for hosting and J Hardy Carroll for this week’s prompt.

 

Deprivation

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

There is a chink of light high up on the right. It brightens then darkens as the day passes. On days when rain thrums, there is no light.

Water drips, continually.

Things scurry. I try not to think about rats and dream of them chewing through my bonds.

My eyes sting, my parched mouth roots for the breast, my wrists burn. Muscles and joints have passed through pain to numbness.

Water drips, out of reach.

I don’t know how long I have been here.

I’ve forgotten if this is real or an exercise.

Anyone can ask anything. I will tell.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

September 29, 2017 at 8:30 pm

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