Sit-and-wait predator – 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 © Victor and Sarah Potter

Sit-and-wait predator

I rushed into the flat and paced anxiously about.  I tore off my coat and flung open the French doors.  Staring across the railings, I thought over the conversation I’d just had with our neighbour about external work to our place.  Alarm bells rang in my head.  ‘External work’?  Another thread in my husband’s web of deceit?

Sensing movement, I turned just as he lunged towards me.  I avoided his grasp.  His momentum carried him into the railings.  They gave way.  He disappeared.

It was then I noticed the spider.  Its home was a trap.  So, it seemed, was mine.

 

 

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An insubstantial place – Friday Fictioneers

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who hosts Friday Fictioneers.  Each week Rochelle chooses a photo prompt to inspire writers to produce a 100-word piece of flash fiction. Why not use the link to her blog to join the group? 

 All good wishes for the New Year!

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

An insubstantial space

There was a time when the square was full of life.  People joined in animated conversations or sat contemplating their surroundings.  Musicians gathered together under the trees.  Their patterns of sound swept through the branches and echoed through the leaves.

Now the square broods under a twilight sky.  There is no ebb and flow of people.  No chatter or music to stir the sluggish space.  The trees have gone.  There is no season when buds appear.  No moment when leaves will fall.  There is no essence of what was here.  Only the enigmatic ghosts of what there used to be.

 

 

A curious legacy – Friday Fictioneers

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who hosts Friday Fictioneers.  Each week Rochelle chooses a photo prompt to inspire writers to produce a 100-word piece of flash fiction. Why not use the link to her blog to join the group?  How’s that for a New Year’s Resolution!

 Seasons Greetings and all good wishes for the New Year!

94 sculturePHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

A curious legacy

As the competition director completed his introduction, the last candidate in the final took the microphone and smiled at her audience.

 “I present my sculpture, “Moving On”.  It highlights the development of wheeled transport and demonstrates the simultaneous progress in portable music…”

 The panel deliberated and the winner was announced.

 “For her ingenuity and sense of humour, the Academy Prize goes to Heather Robinson.”

 Surrounded by applause, Heather gave a silent message of thanks to the famous illustrator whose name she bore and whose talents had inspired her. 

 Future success beckoned.  She was, indeed, moving on and also riding high!

 

 

 

 

Hatastrophe! – Friday Fictioneers

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who hosts Friday Fictioneers.  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 © Björn Rudberg

Hatastrophe!

I thought the woolly hats Gran made me were great!

 Some girls at school didn’t think much of my head gear.  Walking home one day, I heard comments behind me.  “Sheepy head! Try something stylish!”  My hat was snatched off and a plastic bag shoved in its place. 

 A girl called Milly stamped all over the hat.

 I came across Milly years later at a garden party.  She was wearing a stunning and, undoubtedly, expensive designer hat.  A sudden gust of wind swept it off her head and under my feet.

 I handed it back to her with a smile.

 

The shortest day – 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 © Sandra Crook

The shortest day

People gathered in the streets, clad in bright, sparkling clothing. It was time to celebrate the triumph of light over darkness. Putting on my cloak, I stepped outside.

According to tradition, black clad figures danced in and out of the crowd. At the town square, they gathered around the ceremonial orb to block out the light. Raising lighted torches, my company subdued these ‘enemies’ to the sound of loud cheers.

Everyone froze in horror as an arrow unexpectedly shrieked overhead on its way to the shining globe. There was a collective gasp as it hit the metal frame.

Light prevailed.

 

Into the realm of mystery – 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

Into the realm of mystery

Uncle Jack told me to keep away from that warehouse.

 Curiosity got the better of me.  One evening, after college, I went there and stared at the building through icicle laden branches.  A bitter chill embraced me.

 Suddenly, the door opened and out came a hideous group of people chanting words I couldn’t understand.

 A hand seized my shoulder.  I turned in terror, pulled away from a shrouded figure with no face and fled.

 Next morning, Uncle Jack turned up with my scarf.

 “You dropped it as you ran off, Stevie,” he said, tying it rather tightly round my neck.

 

Without stopping to think – 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 © What’s His Name

Without stopping to think

I saw the sign for the golf club and, on impulse, pulled into the car park.

 Walking along the tree-lined path to the rear of the main building, I made my way to where my grandmother’s café had stood.

 There was an empty space, some piles of rubble and a derelict outhouse.

 I stared at the remains of the place where Gran had established her business and then walked away.

 I wondered what had brought me here after all these years and resolved never to come back.  Better to keep the door of memory closed. 

 Sometimes, remembering hurts too much.