Sarah Ann Hall

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#FridayFictioneers – 3/11/17 – The Collector

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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.

You might have thought it would be easier to write something to one of your own photos. Not for me. I look at the photo and remember the place and the day, where we were moored, the friend we were with, the necklace she spent a fortune on in the vintage shop just across the road, the beer we drank in the evening, None of that helped with forming a story; the one I’ve come up with is definitely lacking oomph.

Thank you to Rochelle for hosting and using one of my photos this week.

 

© me

The Collector

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

Uncle John always said I’d have his collection when he died.

When I visited as a child with my mother, she scoffed at the idea. ‘She’ll never have a house big enough.’

John waved away her protestations, and showed me his latest acquisition. Mother fretted about me breaking something. ‘She’s very careful,’ he’d say. ‘She’s a delicate touch.’

True to his word he left me the lot, house included, and a note. ‘Do with it as you wish. If you want to sell, sell.’ And with that freedom I have kept his home intact, in time to pass to another.

 

 

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Written by Sarah Ann

November 3, 2017 at 3:30 pm

#FridayFictioneers 27/10/17 – Fireworks on the Beach

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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 not sure this works at all so let me know. Roger’s photo looked like a holiday destination, and, having just come back from a weekend away with a stinking cold, I got to thinking what else people might bring home with them….

Thanks to Rochelle and Roger.

 

© Roger Bultot

 

Fireworks on the Beach

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words

‘It looks perfect,’ Katie breathes flicking through the book my mother’s had printed.

‘It was,’ I say from inside my transparent tent. ‘The whole holiday: perfect weather, hotel, food.’

The backs of her hands are flawless.

‘It’s so awful what happened.’ She looks at the book.

‘I’ll survive, hundreds didn’t.’ The screaming returns, the flickering light. I shiver and pain shoots through me. I did not escape lightly.

Katie looks straight at me, past the cellophane bandages holding my face together. She’s the only one who does. ‘We’ll beat this,’ she says, holding her fingertips to the wall between us.

 

#FridayFictioneers – 8/9/17 – The Long and Winding Road

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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 last Friday Fictioneers story in July took a song title for its title. On seeing this week’s prompt, I immediately thought to use another – all credit to the Beatles this time.

Having not written a word for over a month, I’m a little rusty, so criticise and comment away on the below.

With thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Danny Bowman for this week’s photo.

 

 

The Long and Winding Road

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

She stands by the grave alone, broken; then shuffles away.

They made a good second marriage: she looked after his children; he provided for them all. The sun shone. It wasn’t until the children made their own ways that the clouds gathered. Bitterness became blame, and blows rained.

At the lychgate she pauses, considers looking back, but fixes her gaze forwards and increases her pace.

He is buried beside the house, as dictated; his children’s house. She is leaving both. She has her life to live, desires to fulfil.

By the time she reaches the road, head high, she’s running.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

September 7, 2017 at 8:08 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

#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 – 19/5/17 – Fixtures and Fittings

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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.

As usual, it took a while for any ideas to form, and then I came up with the below. Is this a story? Perhaps more of a vingette. Does it work? Let me know.

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Roger Butolt for this week’s photo.

© Roger Butolt

 

Fixtures and Fittings

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

‘Why do we always come here?’

‘It’s where we had our first date.’

‘And our last.’

‘They know us.’

‘We love the food.’

‘They leave us alone and don’t mind us poring over paperwork.’

‘And the coffee’s good.’

‘And the coffee’s good!’

‘We should try somewhere else.’

‘It wouldn’t be as comfortable.’

‘Which is why we should make the effort.’

‘Maybe.’

‘You’re too non-committal.’

‘You’re too rigid.’

‘Here we go.’

‘And that’s another thing going for his place; they don’t mind our arguments.’

‘There’s something I need to say.’

‘Me too.’

‘I don’t want us to get divorced.’

‘Me either.’

 

Written by Sarah Ann

May 19, 2017 at 2:14 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

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