Everything changes – 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 © Dale Rogerson

Everything changes

The lights flickered and went out as the train slid to a halt.

“Now what?” he thought irritably and pulled out his phone.  “No signal,” he muttered.

There were similar rumblings of discontent all around.

The train driver appeared.  “We’ve lost all power.  Radio’s not working, phone’s dead.  No contact with anyone to find out what’s going on!””

AJ looked through the window.  The sun was sinking in an ominously discoloured sky.

A sense of foreboding washed over him.

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Like all the houses, theirs had suffered a total power failure.  Genevieve groaned.  What could be happening?  And where was AJ?

 

 

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Breaking the silence – 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 © Liz Young

Breaking the silence

The shadows lengthened as I walked through the park.  A mournful wind whispered through the trees and a solitary leaf fell to join its lifeless companions on the ground.

 Footprints led me to where the stranger sat.  His eyes stared past me as if he was looking for someone in the distance.  I offered him a quiet greeting.  He did not respond.  I moved towards him and reached out my arm.  As I touched him, he disappeared from sight.

 I recoiled in horror. The moment I did so, two grinning faces appeared in front of me. 

I turned and fled.

When passion burns brighter than fear – 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!

The title for my story this week was inspired by the writing of Mark Anthony, author and poet.  “And one day she discovered that she was fierce and strong and full of fire and that not even she could hold herself back because her passion burned brighter than her fears.”

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

When passion burns brighter than fear

The drunken man in a bright pink hat brought the city centre to a standstill.  He walked around the artificial leg, gesturing at it with his crutches and lunging at the crowd of laughing boys.

His behaviour towards them became increasingly aggressive.  “Come on,” he shouted. “Show me what you’re made of!”

Freya had heard enough.

Marching across to the drunk she remonstrated with him.

“Your behaviour is a disgrace.  What kind of example is this for young people?  Stop it at once!”

When he looked into her eyes, the fury left him.  Picking up the limb, he shuffled away.

 

 

 

‘Tis not so sweet now – 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!

My story this week was inspired by Act 1, Scene 1 of Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare that begins with the famous quote “If music be the food of love, play on.”  The words of the title come from the same scene.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

‘Tis not so sweet now

My piano teacher was a retired gentleman with infinite patience for a 10 year-old.  He taught me the notes on the keyboard and to read music.  Although I couldn’t synchronise the two, he never failed to praise and encourage me.

One summer, he gave me Bach’s Minuet in G major to learn during the holidays.  I practised and practised – determined to show him how well I could play.

At the first lesson of the new term, his niece greeted me with the news that he had died but she would teach me instead.

It was my last piano lesson.

Turning the tide – 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 © Fatima Fakier Deria

Turning the tide

It was the narrow boat that drew us together.  The time we spent cruising the canals and visiting locations along the way, cemented our relationship.

When he said he’d had enough of sailing, I was stunned.  Then I realised.  It wasn’t only the waterways that had lost their appeal.

“I’ve sold the boat,” he told me.  “My mate’s picking it up at the weekend.”

I watched in silence as he walked out of the door.

Wasting no time, I gathered together a few essentials.  Six months later, the narrow boat and I are inseparable.  I’ve no idea where he is!

A coveted prize – 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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A coveted prize

With barely contained excitement Lilura watched the bird strut along the window ledge.  She rejoiced at the oil the apothecary had prepared for her and which she had spread so carefully along the surface of the wood.  As she had hoped, it had proved irresistible and had tempted this fine feathered specimen to linger.

 A quick flick of her finger and the net had enveloped the unsuspecting creature.  It was held so tightly that if could not even flap its wings in protest.

 Lilura unscrewed the lid of one of her jars.  “Welcome to my collection, sweet one,” she whispered.

 

 

The building – 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

The building

Surrounded but not overshadowed by iconic buildings, this centre of attraction draws visitors from far and wide.

 They come singly, or in groups, then make their way to where they wish to be.  Sitting and taking in the atmosphere.  Gazing at exhibits.  Staring at statues.  Admiring artwork.  Or simply standing.

 Climbing to the first floor, I look over the balustrade.  I take note of the people brought together in a place that is curiously detached from the world outside.  The expressions on their faces have many stories to tell.  Alert, interested, thoughtful, restless, resigned.

 I wonder why they are here.