Sarah Ann Hall

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#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.

 

 

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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.

 

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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

#FridayFictioneers – 19/1/18 – Indubitable

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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 at all sure about the below story. The idea is sound; I feel I failed in the execution as I’ve not had the time to edit I’d’ve liked. Critique away.

© J Hardy Carroll

 

Indubitable

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

Adele was born ten minutes before Sue.

They shared school, friends, clothes, growing pains, boyfriends.

Love and marriage divided them when job and husband took them to different ends of the country. Post and phone united them as they relayed new experiences in food and music. Some believed they communicated telepathically, which explained how Sue knew Adele was pregnant before she did.

Throughout life they found it almost impossible to argue, always knowing what the other thought and why.

Now, as Adele holds Sue’s hand, watching her fluttering eyelids, she wonders how she’ll survive when Sue’s chest ceases to rise.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

January 19, 2018 at 8:39 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 6/10/17 – Lost in Translation

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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.


 

Trying to erect a polycarbonate wall in the dark has put me back this week, so I’ve not done the editing I would have liked on the below. Ted’s picture immediately reminded me of a story I wrote an age ago for Andy’s Two for Tuesday, but Friday Fictioneers is all about the new and responding to a prompt, not recycling. So the old story is here for anyone who wants to see where Death Takes a Holiday.

Thanks, as always to Rochelle and Ted.

 

 

Lost in Translation

(Genre: general fiction/ humour; 100-words)

 

‘Athens. Shanghai. Luxor. Paris. Barcelona. Berlin. Our very own world tour.’

‘Constantinople.’

‘Istanbul.’

‘Whatever.’

‘Venice. The Bridge of Sighs. Gondolas.’

‘Do you think they’ll be pirates?’

‘In Venice?’

‘Anywhere.’

‘Around some African coasts maybe, but security is high everywhere these days. We’re going to have a safe and happy six months away.’

‘Six weeks, you mean.’

‘We can’t see anything in six weeks. Let alone feel, taste, touch.’

‘I’m not into tasting too much foreign stuff. They have bad drains you know.’

‘We discussed this. Six months travelling before we’re too old and decrepit.’

‘I know I said –’

‘Bye Bill.’

 

Written by Sarah Ann

October 6, 2017 at 9:59 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 – 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 – 10/10/14 – Recovery

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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.

 

This week I’ve been busy scrubbing and painting (see below), and summoning my muse has been thwarted by physical exhaustion. When I saw Tears for Fears in Rochelle’s photo, I decided to do something with their lyrics. (I’m sure someone else will have done this too.) Once I’d started, it was difficult to stop, so here are two efforts using the constraint of others’ words.

 

Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

Recovery

(Genre: Misery100-words)

What has happened to the friend that I once knew? Where does the end of me become the start of you? We walk and talk in time.

When all you do is see me through, I did not have the nerve. I asked for more and more. I wanted to be with you alone, with the ups and downs; all for freedom and for pleasure.

I hope we live to tell the tale. It’s hard to be a man when there’s a gun in your hand.

These are things I can do without. Kiss them goodbye. No more sleepy dreaming.

 

 

Six Months In

(Genre: general fiction, 99-words)

‘I find it kind of sad. It’s all too late.’

‘I feel somebody somewhere is trying to breathe.’

‘I find it hard to tell you. Oh I feel so…’

‘Come on. Let it all out.’

‘The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had.’

‘I feel deep in your heart there are wounds time can’t heal.’

‘All I want to be is completely in command. Well you know what I mean.’

‘For all you say, you keep me waiting.’

‘I can’t stand this indecision.’

‘You can change.’

‘How can I be sure?’

‘Nothing ever lasts forever.’

 

Friday Fictioneers

 

Tears for Fears songs I used a line or more from: Woman in Chains, Pale Shelter, Everybody Wants to Rule the World, Break it Down Again, Change, Shout, Head Over Heels, Mad World.

Written by Sarah Ann

October 11, 2014 at 1:15 pm

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