Sarah Ann Hall

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#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

A New Home – #gargleblaster159

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After ten years, cobwebs craze the stripped walls. Boxes perch on upturned furniture, each layered with despair.

The kitchen, bright, spacious, the only room completed, is kept perfect in his memory.

Her soul, crushed along with his body, spurns their rotting home.

 



This is my submission for yeahwrite‘s gargleblaster challenge to write a story in 42-words.

 

This week’s Ultimate Question:

 

Have all your clocks stopped?

Written by Sarah Ann

April 28, 2014 at 10:21 pm

#Trifextra: Week 102 – Love Gone Wrong – It’s Over

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It’s been a while since I attempted a Trifecta challenge. My muse has been on holiday and returned only recently saying she needs another rest already. I need to make the most of her while she sticks around.

 

This week’s challenge asked:

 ‘… for exactly 33 of your own words about love gone wrong.  But we’re asking that you not use any of the following words:

love

sad

tears

wept

heart

pain”

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It’s Over

He is gone and I am dead: crippled clay surrounds a cavity of bitter despair.

No words can mend us. Too many took flight and hit their mark: arrow-cut flesh leaves suppurating wounds.

 

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This weekend’s challenge is community judged.

  • For the 48 hours following the close of the challenge, voting will be enabled on links.
  • In order to vote, return to Trifecta where stars will appear next to each link. To vote, simply click the star that corresponds with your favorite post.
  • You can vote for your top three favorite posts.
  • Voting is open to everyone.

 

 

 

 

 

Written by Sarah Ann

February 12, 2014 at 11:55 am

#Trifecta: Week 74 – Athena’s Desire

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Following on from Trifecta’s comment last week that my 33-word story for the colour prompt required some backstory, here it is.

 

The rules:

Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.

You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.

The word itself needs to be included in your response.

You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated below.

 

The prompt:

ECSTASY (noun)

1a : a state of being beyond reason and self-control
b archaic : swoon
2: a state of overwhelming emotion; especially : rapturous delight

 

 

Athena’s Desire OR Sibling Love Part 2 (330 words)

Athena didn’t hate her twin, Sophie; she just didn’t like sharing their parents. Her attempts to become an only child started early.

Whilst learning to walk, Sophie became wedged between sofa cushions and nearly suffocated. Aged three, she tumbled down the stairs after over-balancing whilst reaching for a toy. During horse-riding lessons her pony threw her after tripping over a wire laid across a bridle path. She, twice, only just avoided being scalded by a pan of boiling fat Athena knocked off the stove. And, on the day the girls decided to cut each other’s hair, Athena snipped off Sophie’s chestnut curls expertly, only to slip with the scissors and leave a permanent scar across her throat.

‘I thank my lucky stars every day that we still have both of you with us,’ Dad said when they started learning to drive. ‘On no account are the two of you ever to travel in the same car.’

When Sophie’s brakes failed, no one was surprised.

Poor Athena couldn’t see that all her attempts to injure, maim or accidentally-on-purpose kill her sister, made Sophie more special to their parents.

While Athena plotted her coup de grâce, Sophie came up with a simpler solution.

‘I’ve applied to go to university in France,’ she said.

Athena was in raptures. She walked around in ecstasy for days, trying to keep the euphoria in check, a half-smile on her lips. At last, she would have her parents to herself. They were already paying her more attention, asking if she felt okay.

Athena’s elation lasted all of a week, until Dad called a family meeting.

‘Sophie’s decision got us thinking. This is a family home. It’ll feel strange without you both here. We’ve decided to sell and help you buy places of your own.’

Athena withered, her head hit the dining table and she wailed. Her family looked on confused as, within Athena’s flailing body, anger fought with desperation for the upper hand.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

April 25, 2013 at 6:10 pm

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