Sarah Ann Hall

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#FridayFictioneers – 24/10/17 – Lucky Charm

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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.

Once I got to thinking, this week’s story came quite quickly, but a decent title remained elusive.

Thank you twice Rochelle, for your photo and for hosting.

 

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

Lucky Charm

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

Marion looks high and low for Keith’s shirt, in the washing basket, the ironing pile, the airing cupboard. She remembers getting it ready for his interview, starching the cuffs and collar, laying it on the bed. What happened next is gone. She has searched everywhere and it is nowhere. Keith isn’t worried, doesn’t know the shirt with mother-of-pearl buttons is his lucky one. The last job, the house exchange, the Pullen contract, he was wearing it when he won all those, and Marion worries.

Keith gets the job.

His shirt reappears a week later amongst the bed sheets.

 

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Written by Sarah Ann

November 24, 2017 at 9:28 pm

#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.’

 

Written by Sarah Ann

November 17, 2017 at 9:23 pm

OLWG #24 – George – #amwriting

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It’s prompt 24 for the New, Unofficial On-Line Writer’s Guild, and I played it safe this week with a 100-word cheery (?) tale. Somehow this week’s prompts felt as if they should stay together.

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George

George slumps into his chair, head resting against an antimacassar thickened and stained with grease. The chair is an island in a sea of filth. The house hasn’t been cleaned since Maggie. There’s been no tidying, sweeping, or cooking. George moves about by sliding across the ever shifting rubbish strewn everywhere. Sometimes he’s sure it moves of its own accord. He doesn’t care.

There’s been no laughing since Maggie either. That he misses. The keen edge of his spirit was blunted by her passing.

Pills in hand, George cradles whiskey in a glass, his staple sustenance, and longs for release.

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This week’s prompts are:

  1. Whiskey in a glass
  2. The keen edge
  3. Antimacassar

Use these prompts to write anything you like and would enjoy writing. Or ignore them and write whatever strikes your fancy. I like that idea too.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

November 16, 2017 at 4:04 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.

 

If interpretation is required, click here.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

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.

 

© me

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.

 

 

Written by Sarah Ann

November 3, 2017 at 3:30 pm

#FridayFictioneers 27/10/17 – Fireworks on the Beach

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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 sure this works at all so let me know. Roger’s photo looked like a holiday destination, and, having just come back from a weekend away with a stinking cold, I got to thinking what else people might bring home with them….

Thanks to Rochelle and Roger.

 

© Roger Bultot

 

Fireworks on the Beach

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words

‘It looks perfect,’ Katie breathes flicking through the book my mother’s had printed.

‘It was,’ I say from inside my transparent tent. ‘The whole holiday: perfect weather, hotel, food.’

The backs of her hands are flawless.

‘It’s so awful what happened.’ She looks at the book.

‘I’ll survive, hundreds didn’t.’ The screaming returns, the flickering light. I shiver and pain shoots through me. I did not escape lightly.

Katie looks straight at me, past the cellophane bandages holding my face together. She’s the only one who does. ‘We’ll beat this,’ she says, holding her fingertips to the wall between us.

 

#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!’

 

 

Written by Sarah Ann

October 13, 2017 at 11:21 am

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