Sarah Ann Hall

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

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#FridayFictioneers – 12/10/18 – Escape Plan

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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 looked at this week’s prompt and started to write a story based on not being able to fit everything in, and then a colleague went sick and I had even more on my overfull plate. I’ve stolen a moment’s pause to finally great creative – only six days late. I will get round to reading and commenting eventually, probably about the same time I respond to this Friday’s prompt.

Thank you to Rochelle for hosting and this week’s lovely photo.

 

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

Escape Plan

(Genre: general fiction: 100-words)

‘I can’t do it.’

‘You can.’

‘I will never fit through there.’

‘Don’t be so defeatist. Where there’s a will –’

‘There’s usually a deluded fool. I know my life depends on escaping this room, but even my dissected skeleton couldn’t squeeze through that window.’

‘What window? We’re going through the door.’

‘Us and whose army?’

‘Just us, with full bellies and after a period getting to know our foe.’

‘It’s a heavily guarded steel door. No amount of studying will change that.’

‘No, but guards change. They’ll all tire of our lack of fight soon enough, and then we’ll pounce.’

 

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Written by Sarah Ann

October 16, 2018 at 2:12 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 7/9/18 – The Sun’ll Come Out

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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 feel my stories of late have been a little miserable in outlook, so I tried for something more joyful. I’m not sure I fully succeeded.

Thank you to Rochelle and Gah this week.

© Gah Learner

 

The Sun’ll Come Out

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

Tomorrow is going to be a good day. I can feel it in my water. That’s something Granny says to cover the fact she doesn’t really know stuff but is hoping hard. I’ve seen loads more of Granny since Tyler’s been in hospital. Granny looks after me while Mum and Dad and the doctors look after him.

Life’s been so weird since the accident: Granny moving in, me staying up late on school nights, no limits on screen-time or chocolate. Weird and fun.

They remove the sedation tomorrow.

Tyler’s going to be okay.

I can feel it in my water.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

September 7, 2018 at 9:17 am

#FridayFictioneers – 18/5/18 – And She Danced

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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 first idea that sprang to mind with this week’s prompt was that a leprechaun had just left the scene in a puff of green smoke. I dashed off the following as quickly as he disappeared. I’m acting as chauffeur over the next few days and am having to grab my moments. I’ll be late to reading and commenting, but I will get there.

With thanks to Rochelle as ever for hosting and to our anonymous photographer this week.

 

PHOTO PROMPT submitted by Courtney Wright. © Photographer prefers to remain anonymous.

 

And She Danced

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

‘No, you can’t have ballet classes,’ her mother said calmly. ‘We can’t afford it.’

Sally had bitten back, ‘But we can afford for Dad to go to the pub every night?’ She knew Mum hated that as much as Sally and her brothers did, especially when Dad came in punching drunk.

The night he didn’t come home, Mum reported it to the police. Everyone expected him to turn up soon.

As the days became weeks, Sally dared to dream.

When Dad’s body washed up on a spring tide, Mum bought ballet shoes, and Sally learnt to dance, and smile again.

 

 

Written by Sarah Ann

May 18, 2018 at 11:23 am

OLWG#43 – Geriatric Parents

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This has a been a very disorganised week full of cancellations and reinstated meetings so I wasn’t sure I’d manage with this week’s OLWG prompts, but here I am. I’ve cheated and used a tanka, an American cinquain and an American sentence to make a story out of the three prompts, or that was my intention. With thanks as ever to Thom Kerr for making me work my imaginative, or is that imaginary, brain cells.

 

Here I sit, hiding,

Drinking alone and pregnant.

At least the wife is.

We’ve waited so long. I’m scared.

Hard to embrace our future.

 

That’s rich

Just great, she says.

Are you going to cope?

When the baby comes, will you help?

Useless.

 

Helpless. That’s how I feel. This just isn’t doing it for me. Sorry.

 

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This week’s prompts are:

  1. Drinking alone, and pregnant
  2. This just isn’t doing it for me
  3. that’s rich

 

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Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.

Have fun

 

Written by Sarah Ann

March 30, 2018 at 10:23 am

#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 – 24/3/17 – Providence Hall

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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 first saw today’s prompt I thought of escape, then saw gates as security, and wrote something unrelated to either. This is my first Friday Fictioneers in a very long time and I’m rusty, but that’s no excuse to be gentle with me. The below doesn’t work for me, but I’m posting anyway – criticise away.

 

With thanks to Rochelle for hosting and J Hardy Carroll for this week’s photo.

 

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

© J Hardy Carroll

 

Providence Hall

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

As the gates clanged shut, Stan gazed towards the house. It pervaded timelessness, hewn from the ground on which it stood. Hospital, asylum, workhouse, barracks, hotel. Whatever its function the building’s grey facade suffused all who approached with desolation.

The site had closed, following its recent failure as a luxury spa, and was to be redeveloped as a school. The developers had made no provision for external decoration. Still, Stan had requisitioned vats of masonry paint. It had to be better for prospective pupils to be blinded by whitewash, than their expectant souls crushed by the weight of inky despondency.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

March 24, 2017 at 4:02 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 6/11/15 – Moving On

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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 here.

There is also a new subgroup for those wanting to receive constructive criticism. More info here.

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Returning to full-time work has not been the success I’d hoped for in improving my time management and I’ve been lax with my reading, writing and commenting. Life does seem to have calmed down and I hope to be able to participate in Friday Fictioneers more regularly than of late, but then I’ve said that before.

 

PHOTO PROMPT - © Connie Gayer (Mrs. Russell)

PHOTO PROMPT – © Connie Gayer …(Mrs. Russell)

 

Moving On

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

There is nothing to keep her. The diggers have turned the earth. Sandstone ridges lie where the house once stood. The sparks of argument and fires of rage can burn no more.

Death brings quiet, not peace. Her father is murdered, the culprit – a poor employee driven to his wit’s end – imprisoned. To everyone around her, it’s over.

Isabella accepts the tired smiles of neighbours, the pats of their hand on hers, but wears a façade of resolution. The abused child died with her father. The woman who will be looks for another town, different people, to shape her anew.

 

Friday Fictioneers

Written by Sarah Ann

November 6, 2015 at 6:08 pm

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