Sarah Ann Hall

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

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#FridayFictioneers – 14/9/18 – Tick Tock

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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 and for J Hardy Carroll for this week’s prompt.

© J Hardy Carroll

 

Tick Tock

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words.)

1/11/15

‘Dave, we’re not getting any younger. Can you please stop working so hard?’

‘After Easter. Start of the new financial year, I’ll reduce my hours.’

12/3/16

‘I’m sorry, Jan. I know I said I’d cut back, but Val’s announced she’s leaving. I’ll need to cover until a replacement’s found. Christmas, I promise.’

16/1/17

‘Yes, I know I said Christmas, but we’ve booked that holiday now and I want you to have plenty of spending money.’

27/7/17

‘Another month. I’ll go 4-days after my 60thbirthday. Promise.’

8/10/17

Jan, great news, I’m being made redundant. Jan, love, are you home?

 

 

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#FridayFictioneers – 1/6/18 – Marital Bliss

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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’ve used this title before, and probably in a similar vein. Oh well, the story has a chance of being vaguely original. Or maybe not.

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

 

© Connie Gayer

 

Marital Bliss

(Genre: revenge fiction; 100-words)

My sister and brother-in-law’s relationship is tempestuous. They are quick to flare and rapidly make up. Mel occasionally throws things, John learnt to duck early; both patch dents in walls.

Their latest argument was over something as petty as tea, its origins lost. In heat John mentioned divorce; Mel flung her wedding ring into the garden saying he was welcome to it. Next morning John hired a metal detector and has been searching ever since.

‘When are you going to tell him you retrieved it immediately?’ I ask.

‘When’s he dug over the whole patch, and it’s ready for planting.’

 

 

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May 31, 2018 at 9:04 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 12/1/18 – Marital Bliss

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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 have struggled since Wednesday trying to come up with a story for this week’s photo. I thought specimens, scrutiny, being under examination, and then I showed the prompt to my other half and he saw the corner of a restaurant.

Thank you to Rochelle for hosting and Victor and Sarah Potter for this week’s photo.

 

© Victor and Sarah Potter

Marital Bliss

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

Months I’ve waited for this table. I told them it was a special occasion and they said they’d pull out all the stops at this fanciest place in town so my wife and I could celebrate our thirtieth anniversary in style. So why am I sitting at a table squeezed in between the toilet entrance and the fire exit? Talk about filthy. I wonder whether the spiders are de rigeur or an environmentally friendly form of cockroach prevention.

Thankfully the wine is good, as I will be drinking a lot of it. The wife’s in Antigua with my best friend.

 

 

Written by Sarah Ann

January 12, 2018 at 3:12 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 30/5/14 – The Wedding Party

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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 Jennifer for this week’s photo.

 

 

The Wedding Party

(Genre: Historical Fiction/ Fairytale; 100-words)

Yesterday, I waved from the palace balcony. This morning, I wander deserted streets. My people revelled in my marriage and will not wake until afternoon, many useless even then.

My husband sleeps still, after the laudanum-spiced wine I generously provided to slow his pawing. He will awaken eventually, a dagger covered in my father’s blood resting in his hand. With the king dead, I doubt I will be missed.

I leave as one of my people, dressed in borrowed clothes, embracing a peasant’s life to escape the whims of men. The country stretches away before me, coaxing me on.

 

 

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May 30, 2014 at 6:19 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 16/5/14 – Two Journeys

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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.

 

 

Two ideas popped into my head this week so you get both. After weeks of deep and emotional, the muse has gone frivolous. Unfortunately, I don’t think either story would work without the picture as a guide and, as usual, titles to describe the action were a poor afterthought. Thank you to Sandra for this week’s photo.

 

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright-Sandra Crook

Copyright-Sandra Crook


Last Minute Dash (100-words)

Dad and I were visiting Grandma when the call came. We drove all day before he had to rest.

‘I’m not tired,’ I frowned at the night.

‘Try counting sheep.’

I closed my eyes and imagined myself in a meadow, lush grass tickling my ankles, daisies waving in an imperceptible breeze. I numbered each sheep that pushed through the hedgerow separating the fields to nuzzle my hand.

I woke to their nagging bleats, the car surrounded, and me concerned about my super-powers before I saw the farmer. Dad didn’t wake until poked.

My brother arrived, finally, three hours after us.

 

 

Don’t Panic (100-words)

‘This is a disaster. We’ll be late.’

‘Chill, brother.’

‘Cut the hippy crap. Now is not the time – ’

‘I’d’ve thought now was exactly the time. I’m with the sheep. Take a moment. Breathe.’

‘I’ll never understand how we have the same parents.’

‘It’s in the genes, man.’

‘I’ll stab you through the leg of your jeans in a minute.’

‘I’m wearing a suit.’

‘I know.’

‘And it’s my wedding we’re not going to be late for.’

‘How can you say that?’

‘Chill, brother. Treasure this tableau to regale your future nieces and nephews. And always remember, the bride’s behind us.’

 

 

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And because I like this little widget (sad, I know)… Don’t feel obliged to answer! And two questions because one is subjective (nice for me to know) and the other more objective (I have my own idea and would like confirmation/ to know better!).

 

 

Written by Sarah Ann

May 16, 2014 at 4:03 pm

#Trifecta: Week 90 – Grasp – Futile Regret

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I’ve spent three weeks without reading or completing a flash fiction challenge. Now I’m back online I must stop them taking over my life again…

This week’s one-word prompt from Trifecta is:

 

1: to take or seize eagerly

2: to clasp or embrace especially with the fingers or arms

3: to lay hold of with the mind : comprehend

 

The rules:

  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response.
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
  • Only one entry per writer.
  • Trifecta is open to everyone. Please join us.

This week’s challenge is community judged.

  • For the 14 hours following the close of the challenge, voting will be enabled on links.
  • In order to vote, return to this post where stars will appear next to each link. To vote, simply click the star that corresponds with your favorite post.
  • You can vote for your top three favorite posts.
  • Voting is open to everyone.
  • You have 14 hours to vote. It’s not much time, so be diligent!

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Futile Regret (33 words)

I didn’t grasp the full ramifications until later.

One wrong turn, a two-hour delay, and I didn’t see my brother marry my best friend.

If only I’d been able to speak out.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

August 13, 2013 at 6:06 pm

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