Beyond the threshold

It’s time to write another piece for Friday Fictioneers! Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who hosts this venture. Each week Rochelle chooses a photo prompt to inspire writers to produce a 100 word piece of flash fiction. Do use the link to her blog if you are interested in joining the group. It’s a great way to get involved in writing.

89 untidy cupboard

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Beyond the threshold

“That lovely basket please,” said the jolly face in front of me.

“Certainly,” I replied.

“Perfect for fruit,” she told the smiling man who followed her in.

“You’ve fixed my clock. Thanks!” he said, picking it up.

A little boy ran up. His mummy followed. “He’d love that scarf with the yellow fringe.”  I passed it over.

“Ruby slippers!” said a giggling voice. I held up fluffy red ones. We all laughed.

Suddenly, the happy scene vanished.

I turned to face Mother, shouting angrily at me to tidy up.

Life was so much sweeter on my side of the door.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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There is always another story – Friday Fictioneers

It’s time to write another piece for Friday Fictioneers!  Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who hosts this venture.  Each week Rochelle chooses a photo prompt to inspire writers to produce a 100 word piece of flash fiction.  Do use the link to her blog if you are interested in joining the group.  It’s a great way to get involved in writing.

88 No smoke without fire

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

There is always another story

I took my coffee and went to find a seat.  The café was busy and I was conscious of the stares, the pointing, the whispers.

The story was out!  Where better to share it than the place where we met? After all, we had been ‘part of the crowd’ for so long.

It was a tale of love found, then lost. With elements of deceit, forgiveness, betrayal, reconciliation, rejection and a tragic ending.

Suspicion had fallen on me.  Naturally!  But I had proved my innocence.

“No smoke without fire!”

I heard the muttered comment and acknowledged it with a smile.

Nothing much to say – Friday Fictioneers

87 Bloomingdales

PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford

Nothing much to say

I sat on the wall, gazing at my surroundings.

 An elderly man sat down next to me.

 “What’s that store?”  I asked him.

 “Who doesn’t know the place?”

 “I don’t,” I replied.  “I’ve never been here before.”

 “Bloomingdales.”

 “Can you go in and walk around?”

 He snorted.  “You’d need to smarten up a bit!”

 I turned to the column, “Where’s The Signature Room?”

 He pointed.  “You won’t get in there either!”

 “And North Face?”  I thought that offered an accurate description of his expression.

 He grunted.

 “Do you live here in Chicago?”

 His reply was lost as he shuffled away.

In my father’s house – Friday Fictioneers

It’s time to write another piece for Friday Fictioneers!  Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who hosts this venture.  Each week Rochelle chooses a photo prompt to inspire writers to produce a 100 word piece of flash fiction.  Do use the link to her blog if you are interested in joining the group.  It’s a great way to get involved in writing.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Ann Hall

In my father’s house

My brother came into the sitting room.

“Finished your last look around?”

 I said nothing.

 “We need to prove the will.  Ready to go?” he asked.

 I’d been here all morning searching in vain.  Time had run out.

 “Will . . .” Dad had struggled to speak.  “New.  Hidden.   Four of twelve.”

 I had no idea what that meant. 

 Now I stared over my brother’s shoulder.

 “A moment longer,” I said.

 “I’ll be waiting outside.”

 I counted the various ornate vases.  Picking up the fourth one along, I carefully removed the envelope inside.

 “Thanks, Dad,” I whispered and went out to the car.

 

As the sun goes down – Friday Fictioneers

It’s time to write another piece for Friday Fictioneers!  Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who hosts this venture.  Each week Rochelle chooses a photo prompt to inspire writers to produce a 100 word piece of flash fiction.  Do use the link to her blog if you are interested in joining the group.  It’s a great way to get involved in writing.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

As the sun goes down

The setting sun was weaving a flamboyant tapestry all around her.  The patterns and colours took her breath away and she stood, entranced, wondering at this magnificent display, today of all days.  The wind gently nudged her to the water’s edge where the waves lapped around her feet in a tender display of affection.

Her husband’s voice called her name, reminding her that it was time to leave.  She turned and made her way back to the house. The piles of broken bricks told the story of a place where dreams were made.  Dreams that were drowned in the flood.

 

The place where love grew – Friday Fictioneers

It’s time to write another piece for Friday Fictioneers!  Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who hosts this venture.  Each week Rochelle chooses a photo prompt to inspire writers to produce a 100 word piece of flash fiction.  Do use the link to her blog if you are interested in joining the group.  It’s a great way to get involved in writing.

84 treePHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

The place where love grew

The journey took longer than I remembered but, at last, I had arrived.  The house was empty and in a state of disrepair.  The tree hadn’t fared much better. The two huge branches stretched out from its trunk in a gesture of despair.  The hole where a branch had once been was like an eye whose many tears had worn a deep furrow into its gnarled face

 I searched for the place where we carved our initials but the weather-beaten bark revealed nothing.

 I stand quietly.  Remembering.  I wonder where you are now.  And if you ever think of me.

The significance of a bird – Friday Fictioneers

It’s time to write another piece for Friday Fictioneers!  Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who hosts this venture.  Each week Rochelle chooses a photo prompt to inspire writers to produce a 100 word piece of flash fiction.  Do use the link to her blog if you are interested in joining the group.  It’s a great way to get involved in writing.

83 the birdPHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

The significance of a bird

“What is it?” she asked.

 He watched the bird make an attempt to free itself.

 “No idea.”

 He looked across the desolate landscape.

 “A living creature,” he said.  “Another sign of life, at last.” 

 The bird watched as she put some crushed apple on the ground.

 “Let’s see if it eats some,” she said. 

 He looked at her sleeve.  “Pull out that loose thread and tie it round this thing’s leg.”

 Gently, he put the bird down.  It squawked indignantly and flew off.

 He shrugged. “Perhaps it’ll come back,” he said.  “And bring others.  That would really tell us something!”