Sarah Ann Hall

Reporting on writing in progress or, more probably, not; practising flash fiction.

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#FridayFictioneers – 20/4/18 – Absence

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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 tried hard this week, and then gave up. I’m looking forward to seeing what everyone else did with this baffling prompt. With thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Doug MacIlroy for a prompt that beat me.

 

© Douglas M. MacIlroy

Absence

(Genre: autobiography; 100-words)

I stare and see nothing. I rub my eyes, push and pull to remove the occlusion, but remain blind.

I turn away. The views to the side and behind are clear. Only the scene in front of me is blocked. I shake my head and concentrate on other things.

Days later I make another attempt, but make no headway. Sideways and tangential approaches achieve little.

I could struggle for days more, but choose a different path. And so, instead of tales of tragedy or humour, I present a vignette of what happens when my muse deserts me – not a lot.

 

 

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Written by Sarah Ann

April 20, 2018 at 2:19 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 13/4/18 – Better Together

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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.

My muse decided to take a break when I looked at this week’s prompt, so I went to hubby to see what he could see.

Thank you to Rochelle for hosting and Yarnspinnerr for this week’s prompt.

 

© Yarnspinnerr

Better Together

(Genre: comic; 100-words)

‘What the – ’

Burt surveyed the veranda fan, twisted and beaten out of shape. It had been fine when he left, and nothing else was damaged.

Scratching his head he lurched inside, ‘Gotta stop drinking so much.’

A second after the fly-screen banged shut, the beetles started giggling.

The moths twitched with pleasure, speeding towards the light.

‘Nah nah nah naah nah,’ sang the mosquitoes.

‘I never thought we’d manage it,’ breathed the fireflies.

Later that evening: ‘It’s amazing what a unified legion of pissed off flying insects can achieve,’ observed the bats, whilst flitting in for an exceptionally fine supper.

 

#FridayFictioneers – 6/4/18 – Like Mother Like Daughter

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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 obviously ill as I’m posting on Wednesday. Actually, I’m out of the country for two days so if I don’t post now I won’t. I’ll catch up with reading and commenting next week. My story is very rushed and bound to be full of holes so tell me where they are. I couldn’t even get to 100-words, no time, no time, falling down a rabbit hole….

Thanks to Rochelle and Dale this week.

 

© Dale Rogerson

 

Like Mother Like Daughter

(Genre: general fiction; 99-words)

Jenna’s mother taught her how to weave: how to select the canes, soak them, bend them to her will. Never satisfied with the way of things, Jenna experimented with shape and purpose, interweaving feathers and dried flowers, ribbons of paper, making each creation unique to the person for whom it was formed.

Daytrippers saw proud villagers walk about with baskets slung over arm, or lampshades on windowsills, and wanted to pay extortionate sums for something of their own to show off. Jenna turned them all down. ‘Tis not the way of things,’ she told them. ’Tis not my way.’

 

Written by Sarah Ann

April 4, 2018 at 8:10 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 30/3/18 – Always Something There to Remind Me

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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.

When I saw this week’s prompt my immediate thought was to go maudlin, the empty chairs and table being an indicator of remembrance, but I turned my misery into joy.

With thanks to Rochelle for hosting, Fatima for this week’s photo, and Burt Bacharach, Hal David, and Sandie Shaw for the title and the earworm.

I’m hither and thither over the next few days (look, I’m posting on a Thursday already) so reading and commenting on others’ stories will be sporadic, for which I apologise.

 

© Fatima Fakier Deria

 

Always Something There to Remind Me

(Genre: general/ romantic fiction, lurching towards schmaltz; 100-words)

Light falls through curtains I didn’t close last night, just like it did the first morning I woke nuzzling George’s neck. He’s not here now.

I jump out of bed: feeling 21 again, legs supporting me, shapely as they ever were.

From the window I see the passage of years in the spread of tree canopy. It’s long since we danced barefoot under saplings during endless summers.

Things change; time moves on; we must too. I set the Nespresso* machine buzzing, and the doorbell rings.

On the doorstep George grins, crushing flowers against the morning’s paper. ‘Happy 75th, my love.’

 

 

*Other branded coffee machines are available.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

March 29, 2018 at 6:10 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 23/3/18 – At the Crossroads

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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.

At my writer’s group this week we discussed metaphor in the short story using ‘It’s Beginning to Hurt’ by James Lasdun as an example. I think I have too literal a mind as opposed to a literary one. I don’t see or get metaphors. If someone writes about a fish (as above), it’s a fish, and leaving said fish in a filing cabinet is down to being a busy preoccupied person, not a representation of a failing marriage. But hey, as writers, we need to jump outside what we know and comes easy to develop our skills.

With thanks to Björn for this week’s photo and Rochelle for hosting.

 

© Björn Rudberg

 

At the Crossroads

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

The road ahead was stony and twisting, a hastily laid track thrown down without forethought. The one behind was equally uneven, marked by the rocks of career progression and oxbows of failed relationships. To left and right the paths appeared smooth and well made, but both branched giving no clue as to their ending; how long before they reached a cliff edge?

There was nothing to indicate which route might provide the best outcome, only a surety that continuing straight would be as hard as he’d come. He took one last look, before dismissing thoughts of ease, and stepped forward.

 

 

#FridayFictioneers – 16/3/18 – Star Gazing

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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.

© Ted Strutz

Star Gazing

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

She lies on the roof and stares at the sky. The blue black is punctured by diamonds, markers of worlds lifetimes distant. Cloud lightens and feathers the north, a tease of rain to come. Red and green flashes delineate the paths of travellers following their dreams. Vapour trails, the evaporate of satisfied sighs, drift behind.

She imagines what it might be like to be free to fly, to leave and follow one’s heart. Her chest is warm with hope, and illusion.

A chill breeze lifts a hair, tickles a cheek. She rises, goes inside; stomach tight, she rejoins her life.

 

 

Written by Sarah Ann

March 16, 2018 at 3:42 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 9/3/18 – Mucking About on the River

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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 idea for this week’s vignette, it’s not much of a story, came to me immediately on seeing Sandra’s photo. Having lived on a boat for 20+ years, this is something I’ve come across.

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Sandra for the photo – think I could live there.

 

© Sandra Crook

 

Mucking About on the River

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

‘Granddad, it says ‘no mooring’ everywhere.’

‘Some folks don’t like boaters, even though we were here first. The river, the boats; trading then holidaying. People like the idea of living by water, building houses with gorgeous views, but once they do, they’re less keen. They complain about damp leaching through floors and boats moving past at all hours. Live by a motorway, you expect noise. It’s the same on a river, only because it’s pretty people don’t accept it.’

‘But what about mooring up, granddad?’

‘Well be in town soon enough, with moorings aplenty. Some folks like our spending money.’

 

Written by Sarah Ann

March 9, 2018 at 11:05 am

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