Sarah Ann Hall

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#FridayFictioneers – 12/5/17 – A Moment in Time

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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 really struggled coming up with something that wasn’t obvious/ boring this week, which is why I’m posting so late. I’m not sure this works. I tried to go funny using characters from a previous post, but misery took over my muse.

Thanks Rochelle for hosting and the prompt this week.

 

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

A Moment in Time

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

‘How is it my fault?’ I say looking at the hanging wing mirror.

‘If I hadn’t been picking you up, it wouldn’t have happened,’ Colin screams.

‘You won’t let me drive myself.’

‘I worry,’ he whines, ‘about you being out alone.’

Since turning seventy-five, Colin had become safety obsessed.

‘I’m hardly likely to be kidnapped by slavers.’

‘I want to do it,’ he says. ‘It gets me out the house.’

Colin’s becoming more reclusive, relying on my friends for company.

He won’t explain how the lamppost jumped across the pavement.

I think of his mother and fear for our future.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

May 14, 2017 at 7:24 pm

Lost Buoyancy – #gargleblaster188

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Neck deep in a flood of grief, every storm threatened to swamp her.

Friends and family supported her in treading water, before eventually drifting away.

Grey skies continued to pour, until one day the sun flared, and she realised she must swim.

 




 

Written by Sarah Ann

November 19, 2014 at 7:58 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 9/5/14 – Love

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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 in time during the following week, the Friday Fictioneers post their 100-word tales. Read the other stories by clicking below.

 

I’m stuck. Nothing I ever write works straight off. I leave, re-read, then edit. I have left the below, waiting for the necessary changes to grow and become obvious. They haven’t. I am loath to publish anything I haven’t attempted to polish or tinkered with. But I missed last week and I’m away this weekend and unsure of my Internet access, so I need to post now or I’ll miss two weeks and that’s a bad habit to begin. Of course I couldn’t come up with a title either.

Please let me know if this is awful – where the holes are, what works and what doesn’t. And I’ll follow up all comments when I’m back online.

 

Copyright -B. W. Beacham

Copyright -B. W. Beacham

 

 

Love (100-words)

All is calm. One last swell and she is gone.

She swam and played here as a child; died here a young women. This place will be forever her.

Above the stillness, waves shush and trees whisper. They and the keening gulls witnessed her last moments as she fought for breath; legs and arms thrashing uselessly against the riptide.

A mother should never bury her child, so I haven’t. She floats and sinks and swims in the eddies of this place she loved. And I come here to be with her and those that saw her last moves, floating facedown.

 

Friday Fictioneers

Written by Sarah Ann

May 9, 2014 at 8:45 pm

#Trifextra: 103 – Afterthought

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This week’s Trifextra challenge had me stumped for a long while. Given the end, we had to come up with 33-words at the beginning of a story.

 

“We want 33 words in addition to and preceding the following:

 

That wasn’t what I meant.

 

So, to clarify, you write 33 words and then you tag on the five that we’ve given you.  Our five come after your 33 for a grand total of 38.”

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Afterthought

Why did you do it?

I don’t understand.

We were always honest with each other.

Was it to punish me?

I know I screamed, ‘I wish you were dead,’ but surely you knew that wasn’t what I meant.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

February 26, 2014 at 8:40 pm

#FiveSentenceFiction – Paradise

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Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week Lillie McFerrin posts a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

This week: PARADISE

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Running through sun-dappled woodland, one hand brushing away sap-filled branches, holding onto Josh with the other.

Called away from work by a desperate text to take Josh his forgotten lunch.

Ferreting under beds on worn-out knees to retrieve dirty underwear and dried-up plates.

Familiar scowls as she cleans the football-boot trail from the kitchen floor for the third time.

What she wouldn’t give to go through it all again, if only they would return her boy.

 

Lillie McFerrin Writes

Written by Sarah Ann

March 18, 2013 at 9:39 pm

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