Sarah Ann Hall

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#FridayFictioneers – 15/9/17 – Out of the Mouths of Babes

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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.

This week I’ve written more of a vignette that a full story, but it’s the one thing that came to mind on seeing the prompt, and stayed there.

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Kelvin M. Knight for this week’s photo.

 

 

Out of the Mouths of Babes

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

‘Stop playing with your food. Children are starving in Africa.’

‘Why?’

‘Because I said so.’

‘No, why are children starving when the world is full of fat people and supermarkets throw food away everyday?’

‘Because they are there and we are here.’

‘Oranges come from Spain, we eat Australian lamb, and bananas grow in South America. Food moves around all the time. Why not to the starving people?’

‘It’s to do with economics.’

‘Is that the same as being greedy and selfish?’

‘Not really, although it can seem that way.’

‘Will it always be like that?’

‘I imagine so, unfortunately.’

 

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Written by Sarah Ann

September 15, 2017 at 8:06 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 28/7/17 – Hanging on the Telephone

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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.

 

After being late last week, I’m early this. Two things immediately popped into my head when I saw this week’s prompt: (1) why is there a telephone in a toilet? (it’s the tiles and window), and (2) a song from which I’ve borrowed my title.

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and J Hardy Carroll for this week’ photo.

This will be my last FF entry for a while as August is earmarked for decorating. I’m going to be up to my elbows in paint and sawdust with nowhere to sit and work.

 

© J Hardy Carroll

 

Hanging on the Telephone

(Genre: reportage/ humour; 100-words)

 

(Between events Eva paces flat, reads, hoards writing materials.)

Day 1. Eva skips to the post office; sends novel submission; skips home, grinning.

Days 29, 56, 72. Repeats of Day 1. Skipping and grinning reduce.

Days 133, 175, 212. Eva emails agents first three chapters.

Day 248. Eva receives ‘near miss’ response. Small smile.

Day 329. Eva receives request for full manuscript. Grins and dances.

Day 396. Eva, busy reading contract from agent, rushes to answer phone, trips.

Day 414. Police find Eva with landline phone cord twisted around neck.

Day 596-onwards. Eva’s posthumously published novel a best seller.

 

 

 

#FridayFictioneers – 21/7/17 – Mothers’ Ruin

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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 very late to the party this week and have struggled with the below. I showed it to hubby who suggested a couple of minor changes. I don’t think either of us thinks this works. Perhaps I’m trying to squeeze too much in?

With thanks to Rochelle and Kent this week.

© Kent Bonham

 

Mothers’ Ruin

(Genre: general fiction: 100-words)

Sally smiled as she threw Rick her car keys. He was a sensible boy. It wasn’t his fault his parents had moved to the middle of nowhere during his first year at university. It was only fair they should lend him their car to go to see his friends in town.

Squeal, screech, thud.

That’ll be another bairn flattened, Irina thought, shuffling along. When would the young learn sense? How long before humans and hedgehogs lived in co-existence?

As the sun went down, Irina’s array all arrived home safely.

Less than a mile away, Sally’s cottage bathed in blue flashes.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

July 23, 2017 at 9:45 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 14/7/17 – Nothing to Wear

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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.

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Janet for the beautiful photo this week.

Nothing to Wear

(Genre: fantasy; 100-words)

As the warlock’s summer party approached, Zilla resolved to attend, only the choice of perfect attire proved confounding. She could charm a gown of exquisite beauty, pervade a captivating scent, and might catch an eye with augmented lashes. It wouldn’t be the first time she had used her skills to bewitch a beau. And it wouldn’t be the last. Zilla was weary of being alone. She wanted someone to love and share her world.

She pondered hard.

Zilla arrived in standard garb, enchantment free, the plain young witch she was. She mesmerised and enthralled, and left with like-minded mate.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

July 14, 2017 at 4:43 pm

Not #FridayFictioneers – 30/6/17 – haiku alternative

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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.

 

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

urgent work demands

push aside weekend writing

flash again next week

 

I really like this photo, but the writing gears haven’t engaged, and a busy weekend means I won’t be able to read the other entries either, so I’m bowing out this week.

Written by Sarah Ann

June 30, 2017 at 6:42 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 23/6/17 – Summer Holidays

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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 late to the party this week because I didn’t like my first miserable effort. This one came to me as I dozed off last night and is a bit more uplifting. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Ted for this week’s photo.

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

 

Summer Holidays

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

It’s raining. It’s pouring. The old man is snoring.’

Dad stepped into the deluge, fed-up with our incessant noise.

Freddie and I couldn’t wait for ice cream everyday, running to the beach before breakfast, splashing in a sea warmed by daylong sun, tunnelling sand from dawn till dusk, grumbling when called inside to eat, falling asleep as soon as we hit sheets, and then doing it all again.

We’d find sand everywhere for weeks afterwards.

As the car clanged on to the ferry, Freddie and I grinned. ‘We’re all going on a summer holiday.’ And a dripping Dad joined in.

 

 

Written by Sarah Ann

June 24, 2017 at 11:42 am

#FridayFictioneers – 16/6/17 – Holiday Romance

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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.

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Dale for the photo. The below isn’t as polished as I’d like, but editing has not come easily.

 

© Dale Rogerson

Holiday Romance

(Genre: speculative fiction; 100-words)

She came from the ocean, slipped through the shadows. In breath-stealing humidity, flesh clammy, she tasted of salt. Lips full, muscles strong, limbs sinewy, we twisted in beach and surf. She was the best night of my life. We will never repeat, I can never forget.

I travel every coastline, drink Peroni, eat calamari, stare at the moon, just as I did that night. I imagine I catch the scent of her sea-filled hair, feel the air shift around her curvaceous form. I search, am disappointed, search again. The memory is not enough. Desire, and surely madness, drives me on.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

June 16, 2017 at 10:05 pm

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