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

#FridayFictioneers -14/4/17 – Gone Astray

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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.

 

© Dale Rogerson

Gone Astray

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

I’ve been to the police station five times. The desk jockeys think I’m hysterical. They don’t believe my mother is missing.

‘She hasn’t been gone 24-hours,’ they say. ‘She’s an adult.’

I insist it’s out of character.

She only ever eats pizza on the anniversary of dad’s disappearance, with fingers from the box, ready to run. However long it takes to consume, she doesn’t move until it’s done, in case he comes back to finish the one he left. She’s been fulfilling this ritual for 15-years. She couldn’t not complete it.

Unless something happened.

Unless she went to join him.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

April 14, 2017 at 5:34 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.

 

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Written by Sarah Ann

November 6, 2015 at 6:08 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 2/10/15 – Raw

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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.

(No pretty froggy today.)

 

It’s ages since I’ve participated, but I hope to be able to stick around now I’m back. As I’ve been missing for so long, my writing skills will be rusty, so constructive comments are appreciated.

 

 

PHOTO PROMPT - © Marie Gail Stratford

PHOTO PROMPT – © Marie Gail Stratford

 

 

Raw (Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

There’s a photo on my wall of children giggling. It’s so vibrant that, after 30 years, I have no memory of what made them laugh, but still smile.

The pair are on the left, sunlight from the right fingering their hair. But this isn’t artfully cropped. It is raw, shot on 126mm film by my brother when photography still held surprises. We’re in the garden, taking advantage of the last days of summer.

It was three years before the film was processed. No one could explain why it hadn’t melted in the fire. He is gone; his skills remain, exposed.

 

 

Written by Sarah Ann

October 2, 2015 at 3:43 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 16/1/15 – One Day

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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 can’t believe it’s five weeks since I took part in Friday Fictioneers. It’s safe to say I haven’t got back into the swing of blogging and reading since the Christmas break. And now something VERY ODD has happened. I haven’t had a WordPress ‘New post’ email from anyone since 8th Jan. I’m slightly foxed and don’t seem able to fix it.

[Quite soon after posting, I found the problem. Emails and new post notifications back to normal. :)]

 

 

I felt a huge sense of sadness looking at Jan’s beautiful photo, hence this week’s tale, which isn’t great – it shows how out of practice I am.

 

Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

 

One Day

(Genre: misery lit: 99-words)

Harry lays the table every 15th September. One year he knows his in-laws will come to share his meal.

Estella had wanted an engagement party and big announcement, but agreed telling their parents individually and first would be kinder. His parents were thrilled; hers never heard.

Wanting everything to be perfect, Estella was riffling in the airing cupboard for matching napkins when –

Estella was loaded into the ambulance as her parents arrived; they followed to the hospital.

Sepsis seeped in through scalded skin; days later organs failed.

Estella’s parents organised her funeral. Harry wasn’t invited to contribute.

Still he hopes.

 

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Written by Sarah Ann

January 16, 2015 at 2:46 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 – 17/10/14 – Sheep and Seagulls

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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.

 

 

Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

 

Sheep and Seagulls

(Genre: Contemporary Fiction, 100-words)

Sophie attempted to sell shells on the beach before advancing to pick pockets on the promenade. The first time caught, she escaped with a caution; the tenth, she boarded in a young offenders institution.

After the sixth YOI stay. her mother gave up. Her father, missing for two years prior to Sophie’s entrepreneurship, couldn’t help. So her uncle, unafraid of a young woman’s fists or tongue, intervened. He took her from the sea to a farm in the hills, and an aunt who couldn’t stop baking.

Love and rain fell equally in both places, but sheep hear better than seagulls.

 

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Written by Sarah Ann

October 17, 2014 at 11:18 am

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