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!

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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.

 

A place to stay – Friday Fictioneers

It’s time to write another piece for Friday Fictioneers.  Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at https://rochellewisoff.com 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 Copyright CONNIE GAYER

A place to stay

The guest house was set back from the road, half-hidden amongst the trees.  It was run by our neighbour who took in the occasional visitors. We saw them arrive from time to time but, strangely enough, we never saw them leave.  In fact, we rarely saw their host but the improvements to his property indicated that the business was doing very well.

One day, out walking, we wandered deep into the woods.  We saw someone busy with a spade.

‘‘So that’s what you do with troublesome guests!” my husband said.

Our neighbour nodded and smiled briefly, then carried on digging.

 

 

 

Once upon a time – 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 © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Once upon a time

The bowl was a special object in his childhood and beyond.

 It was an elegant design and made of the finest crystal.  It had pride of place on his mother’s sideboard.  He loved to cradle it on his lap and trace the patterns with his fingers.  His mother let him do this and trusted him to handle it with care.

 She had such faith in him and he never let it drop.  Not until the day of her funeral when, as he reached for it, his trembling hands lost their grip and the bowl, like his heart, broke into pieces.

 

Worn out – 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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© Photographer prefers to remain anonymous.

Worn out

A solitary figure stood alone at the top of the tall cliff, measuring the views with sadness in his eyes.  With a shrug, he took the path away from the restless surf and through the long miles of woodland.  He trudged through the night under the critical gaze of the silent moon and slept in the shadows of the unwelcoming hedges.  He seemed not to know where the road would lead him but pursued his course with resigned indifference.

 I came across the boots.  Abandoned.

I wondered where they had been and whether there was a purpose in the journey.

 

 

Ninety Days – 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 written piece of no more than 100 words.  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 ©Jill Wisoff

Ninety Days

My mother’s face was transformed by a sudden smile.  I looked at her in surprise then took her in my arms and held her close.

 After a while, I laid her gently back upon the pillow and stood up to look out of the window.  The city was brightly lit.  In this room, a light had just gone out.

I moved back to sit at the bedside and took my mother’s hand in mine.  I had clasped it tightly as we walked together along the pathway towards the end of her life.  A gentle walk that took just ninety days.