Building bridges – 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 © Douglas M. MacIlroy

Building bridges

The river was deep and wide and had always been a barrier that hindered access to his fields.  At last, a bridge was under construction.  The farmer looked with satisfaction at the pattern of chains that would hold the pillars in place.

 “You could have saved yourself the trouble and sold the land to me,” grumbled his neighbour. “You won’t be needing it much longer.”

 The farmer lifted his old grey head.  “There is a purpose in doing it now.”  He turned and gestured towards the young man who was walking towards them.  “I am building this bridge for him!”

 

 

 

 

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The view from the window – 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 © Yarnspinnerr

The view from the window

The glints of sunlight on the rain-covered leaves of the apple tree reminded me suddenly of that showery spring morning when I looked down at you from the window and laughed as you messed around in the garden.

We had such happy times when love was new.  But trouble came like rain clouds that drift in to blot out the sun.  The gladness slowly slipped away and now the view from the window is blurred with tears.

 Though you are no longer in my sight, I remember those special moments.  And thoughts of you still make my sad heart sing.

 

 

A letter to my love – 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

A letter to my love

My coffee went cold, as you revealed the plans you’d been making, and a chill crept into my heart.  You spoke about work and your ambitions, other countries and a different lifestyle.  It all sounded glamorous and exciting but there was something missing.

 At last, you mentioned me.  I wonder, was it relief or dismay that you felt when you heard my reply?

 I looked down from the café and watched you heading for the exit.  I half-expected one of your cheery waves; for you to turn and blow me a kiss.  But you didn’t look back.

 Neither will I.

 

 

A place to be together – 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

A place to be together

There was plenty to do in the house but the garden was where they wanted to begin.

 They looked around in delight.  “Let’s get started!” came the cry from the children.

 They cut down the long grass and discovered the hidden pathways.  They dug up the creeping moss from the neglected flower beds and cleared the area around the tree to create the perfect space.

 A place for talking and laughing through the years and for family celebrations.

 The echo of those times floats gently through the air as the raindrops slip from the tree and onto the empty table.

 

 

In the space and 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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In the space and the silence

The mountain beckoned.  Barin watched the sun rise then grasped his staff and set off.  He was seeking his brother who had taken the path around the lowest slopes but had not returned.

As he climbed higher, the weather changed.  Suddenly, through the descending gloom he saw, carved into the rock, a face and a warning hand held high.

 Barin stood staring then turned at the sound of forlorn creaking. Rounding the corner, he saw a hooded body swaying from the lone tree growing out of the rocky soil. 

 All hope left him.  He sank to his knees in despair.

Memento mori – 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 © Ted Strutz

Memento mori

He followed the track through the gloom of the forest, pushing through the jealous branches that guarded the secrets within.  The angry waters of the stream offered him no opportunity to cross and he came to an abrupt halt.  As he turned to get his bearings, he heard a sound of smothered weeping and the words, “Go back, go back!” whispering through the grass.

He turned, frustrated, as nature conspired to hinder his progress, then reeled as something struck him on the head.

The last thing he saw was a flash through the trees as he fell to the ground.

 

 

 

Something in the air – 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

Something in the air

Henry had never been keen on visiting stately homes so it was with some dismay that he found himself on a stag night in one of these formidable buildings.

He shuddered as he felt a sense of others who passed through open doors, walked along passages and slipped up and down stairs with feet that made no sound on the floor.  The place was filled with people as silent as the paintings on the walls.

 No-one else saw or heard a thing but it was clear to him that there were more guests in the house than had been invited.