Sarah Ann Hall

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

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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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Written by Sarah Ann

May 31, 2018 at 9:04 pm

OLWG#44 – Steady as She Goes

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Having made a pledge to post my responses to the On-Line Writer’s Guild prompts within 4-days of their posting, I am 5-days late. I did write this on Thursday last, but I was on a ferry en route to France where I spent a few days walking in the sun, shopping, eating far too much, and generally having good time.

Thanks to TNKerr for posting each week, and waiting for me to catch up.

 

Steady as She Goes

‘Hold it steady.’

‘I’m trying.’

‘You’re very trying.’

‘Do you want me to help?’

‘No. I want to be able to do it myself. It would be quieter.’

‘Yes, but you can’t balance the bike vertically and apply enough pressure to move the nuts.’

‘I don’t need reminding.’

‘You decided travel by motorbike was more environmentally friendly, and would be easier to work on if ever something went wrong.’

‘Bullshit.’

‘You did. Fewer emissions, more fuel economy. More wrinkles for me and the need to slather on moisturiser, as if I need anything to accelerate the affects of old age.’

‘I meant about it being easier to work on. I never said that. I don’t know what I’m doing. At least car engines are laid out relatively the same way. I don’t know what’s what on motorbike.’

‘So why are we doing this?’

‘Because I want to try. Or because I’m a bloody-minded fool?’

‘You said it. You don’t have the patience these days. Or the time.’

‘That’s true, about the time at least. Will you hold it steady?’

‘Will you give up and phone a garage?’

‘In a minute. Just let me see if I can – Bugger.’

‘Here, use this.’

‘What the?’

‘Well surely a ratchet at this point would be easier than a spanner.’

‘You said you didn’t have it.’

‘I said I hadn’t found it. You didn’t give me time to get to the bottom of the tool kit before you started moaning and digging out the right-sized spanner. As I said, you’ve got patience issues.’

‘You didn’t tell me you’d found it.’

‘No. I was being bloody-minded.’

’Why?’

‘I felt like it. I’m here to help and all you do is complain. It’s not my fault your bike went wrong, again. It’s not my fault you’re not a bike mechanic. It’s not my fault your bike is too heavy for me to pin between my knees and hold steady while you push and heave trying to remove that seized nut.’

‘Fine. I give up. Let’s call the garage.’

‘I didn’t say – ’

‘You didn’t need to. You’re bored, fed-up, annoyed, whatever.’

‘It’s not that black or white. I feel useless. The one thing you want me to do, hold it steady, I’m not equipped in the strength department to do, so I feel inadequate. You can’t do what you want to and I can’t do what you want me to.’

‘Thanks for the ratchet. These nuts will go back much more quickly.’

‘But – ’

‘You’re right. This is stupid. I’ll phone the breakdown people, get the bike taken to be fixed by someone who knows what they’re doing. We can start on the fence instead.’

‘What!’

‘It’s sunny outside. We can paint the fence. Hey, hold it steady, I’ve got two left.’

‘And then I’m going out.’

‘What?’

‘You paint the fence if you want to, but you’ll be doing it alone. I agreed to help with your bike. I said nothing about giving up my day to get your other jobs done.’

‘What do you want to do instead?’

‘Go for a walk. Enjoy the sun while it’s here.’

‘Fine. You’ve convinced me. Just as long as there’s a beer halfway.’

‘Agreed.’

‘Finished. That’s the last one back. Let’s get going.’

 


This week’s prompts are:

  1. black or white
  2. use this
  3. bullshit

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

April 10, 2018 at 2:50 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 30/3/18 – Always Something There to Remind 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.

When I saw this week’s prompt my immediate thought was to go maudlin, the empty chairs and table being an indicator of remembrance, but I turned my misery into joy.

With thanks to Rochelle for hosting, Fatima for this week’s photo, and Burt Bacharach, Hal David, and Sandie Shaw for the title and the earworm.

I’m hither and thither over the next few days (look, I’m posting on a Thursday already) so reading and commenting on others’ stories will be sporadic, for which I apologise.

 

© Fatima Fakier Deria

 

Always Something There to Remind Me

(Genre: general/ romantic fiction, lurching towards schmaltz; 100-words)

Light falls through curtains I didn’t close last night, just like it did the first morning I woke nuzzling George’s neck. He’s not here now.

I jump out of bed: feeling 21 again, legs supporting me, shapely as they ever were.

From the window I see the passage of years in the spread of tree canopy. It’s long since we danced barefoot under saplings during endless summers.

Things change; time moves on; we must too. I set the Nespresso* machine buzzing, and the doorbell rings.

On the doorstep George grins, crushing flowers against the morning’s paper. ‘Happy 75th, my love.’

 

 

*Other branded coffee machines are available.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

March 29, 2018 at 6:10 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 2/3/18 – Caught 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. 

When I saw this week’s prompt I immediately thought of what lies beneath and is revealed when snow melts, but I wrote a story about that not too long ago, so I went somewhere different. The UK is having some weather and my story was prompted by a friend’s husband being stranded hundreds of miles from home.

Thank you to Rochelle for hosting and J Hardy Carroll for this week’s photo.

© J Hardy Carroll

 

Caught out?

(Genre: adult fiction; 100-words)

‘You’re sure it’s safe?’

‘The airports are closed.’

‘But he hasn’t called.’

‘He never calls, just turns up when he’s home. Now get back into bed and let me relieve that stress of yours.’

A key turns; a door slams.

‘Honey, I’m home.’

‘What the –.’

‘You said –’

‘I said the airports were closed. Which means he didn’t go. And I know just where he’s been. Stay there. I won’t be long.’

Feet rush downstairs.

Get out, you bastard.’

‘But –

‘Next time you decide to cheat, check the weather forecast where you’re supposed to be.’

A door slams.

Feet slink upstairs.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

March 2, 2018 at 9:02 pm

OLWG #37, 38 & 39 – micropoetry

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I seem to be stuck in a blackhole where time keeps racing away from me, which is a fancy way of saying I’m as disorganised and behind as ever. In this post I’ve address three week’s of On-Line Writer’s Guild prompts. In order to make sure I take part before Easter, I’ve opted for haiku, tanka and American cinquain, admittedly focussing on syllable counts and none of the stresses.

Thank you to TN Kerr for hosting and making me word hard.

 

haiku

 

not today, thank you 

come back after the weekend

might have more time then

 

need more life lessons

don’t know enough about it 

forever learning

 

bedtime, go to sleep

hush baby, lay your head down

will you just shut up

 

 

 

tanka

 

mechanic struggles

to remove dent in car door

frustrated, chucks wrench.

‘I have extra suction cups’ 

offers helpful colleague, late.

 

a long black car streaks,

travels at speed along lanes

through the inky night.

excited driver hurries;

opportunities await.

 

ugh, did you see that?

granny pokes mother pokes child,

enjoy dinner out

people watching, commenting

casting views liberally

 

 

 

 

American Cinquain

 

Memoir.

It’s mostly true.

Only made up some bits

To add some interest and vim.

Novel.

 

 

Lovers.

Married for years.

Happy and contented.

‘We don’t make much sense together.’

Over.

 

 

Workplace

presentation

elicits derision.

Time to consider position.

New job.

 


 

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 1, 2018 at 12:46 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 23/2/18 – Love is…

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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 gone for a bit of schmaltz this week, at least I hope I have. And as I can’t do too sweet, a second version is less saccharine. Only the last two lines of the below differ, but I hope they change the mood and feel enough.

Thank you to Rochelle for hosting and Marie Gail for this week’s prompt.

© Marie Gail Stratford

 

Love is…

(Genre: schmaltz; 100-words)

A glass-fronted mahogany display cabinet hangs on the wall. Inside, a silver vase holds grey, withered blooms.

‘Granny,’ says Simon, ‘why do you keep those dead flowers on the wall?’

Sylvia smiles wistfully. ‘That vase holds my life,’ she says. ‘There’s a marigold from the first posy your grandfather gave me; a rose from our wedding bouquet; a carnation from the flowers my sister sent when your mother was born; a lily from my mother’s funeral wreath.’

‘It’s not your whole life though, granny. I haven’t given you birthday flowers yet.’

Simon grins; Sylvia twinkles, and hugs her grandson tight.

 

Love is… (2)

(Genre: schmaltz with sting; 100-words)

A glass-fronted mahogany display cabinet hangs on the wall. Inside, a silver vase holds grey, withered blooms.

‘Granny,’ says Simon, ‘why do you keep those dead flowers on the wall?’

Sylvia smiles wistfully. ‘That vase holds my life,’ she says. ‘There’s a marigold from the first posy your grandfather gave me; a rose from our wedding bouquet; a carnation from the flowers my sister sent when your mother was born; a lily from my mother’s funeral wreath.’

‘It’s not your whole life though, granny. We haven’t had your funeral flowers yet.’

Simon grins; Sylvia frowns, and hugs her grandson tight.

 

 

OLWG #35&36 – Picture the Scene

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I’m getting very behind with the Online Writer’s Guild prompts. I’m not sure what has gone wrong with my usual disorganisation.

I started the scene below when the prompts for #35 first appeared, and then incorporated some of those of #36. I’m still catching up on the most recent posts…..

Thank you to TNKerr for keeping me on my toes.

 

*****

 

Enter Stage Left: A woman walks in on her partner who is sitting at the kitchen table counting…..

 

‘One Milwaukee. Two Milwaukee. Three Milwaukee. Four -’

‘You timing something?’

‘Not anymore.’

‘Oh. Sorry.’

‘Never mind.’

‘But you obviously do.’

‘And you obviously wanted to say something.’

‘Did I?’

‘I imagine so or you wouldn’t have interrupted.’

‘No. Yes. Maybe.’

‘So what was it then?’

‘Oh it’s not important.’

‘It was important enough a minute ago that you needed to stop me counting.’

‘I said sorry.’

‘I know but you haven’t told me what you wanted.’

‘No, well you’re all het up now.’

‘I am not het up. But I will be if you don’t tell me what you wanted to say.’

‘I don’t feel comfortable saying.’

‘And I doubt you will be in a minute either when I leave the room.’

‘Why would you do that?’

‘Because I don’t want to shout at you, but if you don’t get on and tell me soon what it is you wanted to say, then I just might.’

‘You have no patience.’

‘I have the patience of Job. Now talk.’

‘What were you timing?’

‘What did you want to tell me?’

‘We’re going round in circles.’

‘Indeed you are. Me, I’m leaving.’

‘But – ‘

‘All you have to do is tell me what you wanted to say.’

‘I asked first.’

‘No you interrupted first.’

‘Sorry.’

‘You’ve said that already. What you haven’t said is what you interrupted me to say.’

‘No.’

‘And you’re not going to now are you?’

‘No.’

‘See you later then.’

 

Partner Exits Stage Right

 

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The prompts are all below. I’ve highlighted the ones I think I covered.

 

  1. The epic properties of ordinary
  2. Can you hand me that please
  3. Fraught
  4. Milwaukee
  5. right at them
  6. the high cost of loving

 

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Don’t think! Write!
You have 25 minutes but if it takes longer – just don’t tell anyone.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

February 20, 2018 at 7:47 pm

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