Sarah Ann Hall

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#FridayFictioneers – 19/1/18 – Indubitable

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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 sure about the below story. The idea is sound; I feel I failed in the execution as I’ve not had the time to edit I’d’ve liked. Critique away.

© J Hardy Carroll

 

Indubitable

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

Adele was born ten minutes before Sue.

They shared school, friends, clothes, growing pains, boyfriends.

Love and marriage divided them when job and husband took them to different ends of the country. Post and phone united them as they relayed new experiences in food and music. Some believed they communicated telepathically, which explained how Sue knew Adele was pregnant before she did.

Throughout life they found it almost impossible to argue, always knowing what the other thought and why.

Now, as Adele holds Sue’s hand, watching her fluttering eyelids, she wonders how she’ll survive when Sue’s chest ceases to rise.

 

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Written by Sarah Ann

January 19, 2018 at 8:39 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 12/1/18 – Marital Bliss

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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 have struggled since Wednesday trying to come up with a story for this week’s photo. I thought specimens, scrutiny, being under examination, and then I showed the prompt to my other half and he saw the corner of a restaurant.

Thank you to Rochelle for hosting and Victor and Sarah Potter for this week’s photo.

 

© Victor and Sarah Potter

Marital Bliss

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

Months I’ve waited for this table. I told them it was a special occasion and they said they’d pull out all the stops at this fanciest place in town so my wife and I could celebrate our thirtieth anniversary in style. So why am I sitting at a table squeezed in between the toilet entrance and the fire exit? Talk about filthy. I wonder whether the spiders are de rigeur or an environmentally friendly form of cockroach prevention.

Thankfully the wine is good, as I will be drinking a lot of it. The wife’s in Antigua with my best friend.

 

 

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January 12, 2018 at 3:12 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 5/1/18 – (In)Substantial

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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 think I’m stuck in a semi-autobiographical rut. I wrote a story for last week’s prompt all about spinning plates, and ran out of time to post it. I have to say, I’m a much more linear-thinking person than my protagonist below.

© Roger Bultot

(In)Substantial

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

Her life is a notice board of lists and torn out articles, held together with pins and tangles of string. It confuses everyone but her: the whorls of disparate events and their non-interconnectedness. It is the only way she can make sense of the world.

Linear is shaky, too straightforward and can be pushed off course by the slightest collision. Single gossamer threads break easily. Nets and webs allow for movement, change, adaptation.

She knows life didn’t used to be this complicated, but forgets when it became so. This is how she copes: loops and convolutions leading to clear sightedness.

 

 

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January 5, 2018 at 2:36 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 22/12/17 – The Crystal Caves

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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.

Thank you to Rochelle for hosting and Björn for this week’s photo. Happy Christmas everyone. I will get round to reading and commenting, but imagine I’ll be even later than usual over the coming days….

 

 

The Crystal Caves

(Genre: you decide; 100-words)

‘Twas a spectacular sight: light shining, bouncing, dancing.

Health and safety dictated: Everyone entering the cavern must wear a hardhat.

Visitors were counted in and out by hats returned.

‘There are 15 missing this month,’ Sergei said.

‘We must stop people going in.’

‘We don’t advertise. I’ve taken the signposts down. Word about its beauty still spreads.’

‘We’ll close; lock the gates.’

‘People would break in, take souvenirs. It might take more of them.’

‘At least I wouldn’t know how many had gone.’

Erica finally understood her parents’ reluctance to expand the generations old family business, and mourned their disappearance.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

December 22, 2017 at 4:17 pm

#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.

 

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

#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

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