Inhale to your heart’s content * – 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 © Yvette Prior

Inhale to your heart’s content *

“What’s this?” my husband asked, pulling out a very small suitcase from one of the removal boxes surrounding us.

“That was my grandad’s,” I said.  “For carrying his sandwiches and a flask of tea to work.”

Flicking the lid open, he looked inside.  “And these?” he laughed, holding up a rather old packet of Embassy cigarettes. 

“This?” he said, waving an envelope.

“His death certificate,” I replied, taking the suitcase and contents away from him.

“Smoking kills!” he said.

“It was heart failure, actually.”

A sudden thought.

If Grandad hadn’t smoked, could I have known and loved him for longer?

 

* The title comes from a 1949 advertisement for Embassy cigarettes

 

 

 

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Spotted! – 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 look at her blog, at rochellewisoff.com, if you are interested in joining the group.  It’s a great way to get involved in writing!

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Photo prompt © Ronda del Boccio

Spotted! – Friday Fictioneers

Mummy was talking to a friend so I walked a little further, trailing my finger along the bricks and tracing their shapes as I went.

I stopped at the brightly coloured grass and stroked it gently, smiling at the way it tickled my hands.

Peering through the greenery, I looked at the houses beyond the wall.  A sudden movement in an open window caught my eye.

“Daddy!” I shouted.

“What are you looking at, poppet?” said Mummy, putting her face next to mine.

She gasped and stood up.  Clutching my hand in hers, she led me off without a word.

A last walk through your garden – 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 last walk through your garden

I pushed my way through the overgrown grass that almost covered the garden path.  As I approached the shrubbery, the startled birds swept up from the tangled foliage in protest at my presence.

A tree stood by the wall.  The solitary brown leaf that hung from a withered branch dropped to the ground, disturbed by my arrival.

I stared at the wildlife stack.  You had used recycled and leftover materials to make the ultimate minibeast hotel.  It seemed that the guests had left some time ago.

I bent down to pick the last remaining flower to carry back to you.

Coming home – 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

Coming home

I pulled into the car park and stopped to look at the harbour.  The sun had set and the sky had taken on the rich blue colour that fills the heart with joy before the darkness arrives and changes everything.  Lights shone out a welcome.  I was almost home.

 The five years away had been filled with hard work, friendship, laughter and longing. The longing to take into my arms those who had given me life, love and opportunity.

 I drove the short distance to my parents’ house.  My spirits soared and sank.  Mother was waiting at the door.  Alone.

 

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.

.   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .

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

 

 

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.