Sarah Ann Hall

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

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#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.

 

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Written by Sarah Ann

March 29, 2018 at 6:10 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 7/7/17 – Alternative Summer

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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 wrote the below with one pair in mind, but another dynamic emerged once I was done. I’d love you to let me know who you see/ hear speaking. With thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Claire for this week’s prompt.

 

 

Alternative Summer

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

‘A cluttered desk is a sign of genius.’

‘And a tidy desk is a sign of an anal-retentive control freak?’

‘I didn’t say – ’

‘You didn’t have to. Clear it, or I will.’

‘I’ll do it tomorrow.’

‘I finished the rest of the house weeks ago. This is the last room to be decorated. It’s not as if I’m asking you to paint anything.’

‘I promise, tomorrow’s the day.’

‘You have until 10am before I fill a black sack.’

‘That’s harsh.’

‘Nope, harsh is a summer with no days off. There are plenty of jobs I can find for you.’

 

Written by Sarah Ann

July 7, 2017 at 7:21 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 – 23/1/15 – Myfanwy

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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.

 

 

Georgia’s photo provoked a sense of the ethereal, hence this week’s story. It’s clear what’s going on to me, but let me know if you have doubts.

Thanks to Rochelle as ever for hosting our little gang.

 

Copyright – Georgia Koch

Copyright – Georgia Koch

 

Myfanwy

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

Myfanwy skips down the towpath as she does every morning. The sun sneaked around her curtains early and mother didn’t need to shout to her bairns to get outside. Billy left her at the last bridge, walking to the farm to pester McKinley for work during the coming harvest.

Myfwany twines vetch and forget-me-not into a garland, places it on her head and giggles, knowing she is a beauty.

Three steps later her shoulders fall. She is alone in a stand of hazel. Myfanwy’s friends are grown and gone, shunning memories of a girl found floating, flowers in her hair.

 

Friday Fictioneers

 

 

Written by Sarah Ann

January 23, 2015 at 11:49 am

Mediterranean Summer – #gargleblaster185

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Tacking to starboard, the crew luxuriated in warmth and jollity. Through kissing winds their sail sliced the blue. All around sea met sky, nothing else in sight.

Thump.

Lurch.

Arms flailed, glasses flew.

As the deck righted, none noticed their red wake.

 




 

 

Written by Sarah Ann

October 29, 2014 at 8:47 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 11/7/14 – Retribution

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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 what has happened to time – it seems to be running away from me continually. Missing Friday Fictioneers is not good, missing two weeks is bad: I am a bad girl; I will try harder. That said, I am not at all sure about my (belated) effort this week. Read and criticise away.

Thanks to Kelly Sands for the photo and to Rochelle for doing a great and reliable job hosting.

 

PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright - Kelly Sands

Copyright – Kelly Sands

 

 

Retribution

(Genre: morality tale?; 100-words)

The sky had had enough. The town’s inhabitants had sunbathed for weeks and all she received in return was abuse from those with sunburnt shoulders. Her senses were assailed by curling smoke and the smell of burning food.

All the hot air sent her way made the sky itch.

She soothed herself by hiding behind cotton wool clouds, which brought more complaint, so she spoke to her friend the wind. He whipped the gathering moisture into a tumbling frenzy before thunderous cymbals clapped.

When the townsfolk screamed anew at the sky’s duplicity, she smiled, unable to hear above the deluge.

 

Friday Fictioneers

Written by Sarah Ann

July 12, 2014 at 10:56 am

#FiveSentenceFiction – Locked

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Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week Lillie McFerrin posts a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate writes a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

This week: LOCKED

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It’s dark and cool in here and I’m protected from the searing heat. I’ve been inside so long that if I step outside I’m likely to burn, even with factor 50; my skin will blister and I’ll need calamine lotion and salt baths for a week. I know I am held here, locked in, for my own good, and that my parents are trying to protect me, help me like they always have, but I would still like the choice.

It hasn’t always been like this: my life used to be carefree; there were clouds and rain that I was able to dance in. Now though, whenever I suggest going into the open air I hear the same refrain, ‘Once your exams are done. Now get back to your revision.’

 

 

Lillie McFerrin Writes

Written by Sarah Ann

July 16, 2013 at 7:33 pm

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