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Lost Buoyancy – #gargleblaster188

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Neck deep in a flood of grief, every storm threatened to swamp her.

Friends and family supported her in treading water, before eventually drifting away.

Grey skies continued to pour, until one day the sun flared, and she realised she must swim.




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November 19, 2014 at 7:58 pm

Intergalactic SMS – #gargleblaster186

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Captain Zilla had been away two years with Space Patrol before receiving a distress signal from a neighbourhood ally.

Approaching the beacon’s location, the team found a message carved into the planet’s surface. All agreed it emanated from Zilla’s husband:



Written by Sarah Ann

November 5, 2014 at 10:13 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 31/10/14 – Daisy and Jack

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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 happy with my piece this week. I’ve left it, edited, left it again, edited, but I can’t get it to work. Maybe I need to change narrators? Any and all advice gratefully received.

(A revised version of the story can be found here.)

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Melanie for the photo.


Copyright-Melanie Greenwood

Copyright-Melanie Greenwood


Daisy and Jack

(Genre: General Fiction, 100-words)

‘It’s gone two. Something must have happened.’

Jesse had been pacing for an hour.

‘We won’t see them now until Easter,’ I said, refilling the coffee machine.

‘How do you know?’

‘Because it’s the same every year. They arrive with the sun and blow out with the winds.’

‘What will they eat?’

‘Porridge with fruit for breakfast,’ I said ‘Maybe a sandwich for lunch. And they’ll take turns creating something wonderful for dinner.’

He stared, eyes dubious.

‘You’ve served them every day this summer,’ I shrugged. ‘Didn’t you talk to them?’

‘Well, yeah. But I obviously didn’t listen hard enough.’


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November 1, 2014 at 8:47 pm

Mediterranean Summer – #gargleblaster185

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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.



Arms flailed, glasses flew.

As the deck righted, none noticed their red wake.




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October 29, 2014 at 8:47 pm

At the Pub Quiz – #gargleblaster184

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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.




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.’



Mum’s Favourite Word – #gargleblaster182

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‘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.’




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October 8, 2014 at 7:38 pm

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