Sarah Ann Hall

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

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#FridayFictioneers – 22/6/18 – Excuse 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.

My muse decided to be busy elsewhere on seeing this week’s prompt. So I showed the picture to my other half and he told me what he saw. Hopefully the below makes sense, although this is a vignette not a story. There’s a link at the bottom if not.

Thank you Rochelle and Fatima.

 

© Fatima Fakier

 

Excuse Me

(Genre: humour; 100-words)

‘Stop pushing.’

‘I was here first.’

‘With a photo finish, I’d be further over the line.’

‘Having more out front isn’t something to boast about.’

‘Just because you aren’t favoured in the bust department! Will you stop barging into me?’

‘I told you, I was here first.’

‘I think you’ll find we’d dived for the doorway at exactly the same time, or we wouldn’t be in this mess. Are you that desperate for canapés?’

‘I’m trying to get to the toilet.’

‘Then you’re going the wrong way.’

Squelch, whoosh, splat.

‘Dammit. Can you help me up?’

‘What’s the magic word?’

 

Confused?

 

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June 22, 2018 at 4:09 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 13/11/15 – Graveyard Reveries

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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.

 

I’m not confident writing or critiquing humour so am putting this up and hoping for guidance.

 

JHC5

PHOTO PROMPT – © J Hardy Carroll

 

 

Graveyard Reveries

(Genre: humour; 100-words)

It’s getting ridiculous. You give an inch and they take a mile. I’m not kidding. Once we were surrounded by nature and watched the seasons change. Now we’re crammed in liked sardines and the view’s as stimulating.

The last building’s foundations almost took my toes; Lottie lost an arm. Pity it wasn’t her head the way she goes on.

There’s not much peace and quiet in this garden of rest, for residents or visitors. I wouldn’t be surprised if we’re concreted over soon in the name of progress. Or dug up. Who knows who we’ll mix with in an ossuary.

 

 

Friday Fictioneers

Written by Sarah Ann

November 13, 2015 at 6:19 pm

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