The tyranny of numbers – Friday Fictioneers

It’s time to write another story 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 © Kent Bonham

The tyranny of numbers

 “Good evening, Officer Bennet.  May I clean your room now?”

“Go ahead.  Leave this photo on my desk.  Stolen car.  Keeps appearing in different locations.  Not sure what’s going on …”

 Clara stared at the picture before setting to work.  When she had finished, she looked at it again.  She gasped and ran along the corridor, almost colliding with the officer.

 “Everything OK, Clara?”

 “The number plate, she declared.  Three eights.  Three the same – always significant.  Add them.  24.  Add the other numbers.  12.  Something’s planned.  24/12 between 24:00 and 12:00.  Tomorrow!

 Next day’s headlines.  “Targeted Christmas attacks averted!”

 

 

The moment of decision

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly group hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  If you would like to join this venture, do use the link to her blog and let the photo prompt challenge you to produce a 100 word piece of flash fiction.  It’s such a good way to get involved in writing!

 I wrote the story Forging the bond – Friday Fictioneers last week because readers had asked for more of the previous week’s story The edge of uncertainty – Friday Fictioneers.  I couldn’t resist writing another instalment so here it is!

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PHOTO PROMPT © Janet Webb

The moment of decision

In the quiet of their home, they stood and looked at one another.

He broke the silence.  “I came back to announce that we shouldn’t be married.  I was diverted.”  He hesitated.  “That was some kiss!”

 She waited.

 “I’m already married to someone else,” he continued.

 She responded slowly and thoughtfully.  “No-one needs to know that you chose a wife before I was selected for you.  Our marriage offers me opportunities I won’t find elsewhere.  Don’t put me aside. We can thrive on mutual respect and loyalty.

 She turned to the window.  “That’s all I ask of you,” she said.

 

Forging the bond – Friday Fictioneers

One of the great things about Friday Fictioneers is the feedback writers receive.  I was delighted that so many readers wanted more of the story I wrote last week, The edge of uncertainty – Friday Fictioneers, so here is another instalment.  Thank you all for your support and encouragement.

 Friday Fictioneers is a weekly group hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  If you would like to join this venture, do use the link to her blog and let the photo prompt challenge you to produce a 100 word piece of flash fiction.  It’s such a good way to get involved in writing!

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PHOTO PROMPT © Claire Sheldon

Forging the bond

Morning arrived without him.  She went alone to the celebratory breakfast.

 “Where is your husband?” the Governor enquired.

 “Here, I thought,” she replied, feigning surprise.

 Anger swept across his face.  He rose to his feet.

 The door opened to admit the missing groom.  “Forgive me…” he began.

 She turned to the Governor. “I crave your indulgence.  A moment, if you please.”

 Drawing her husband’s face down to hers, she kissed him full on the mouth then whispered, “We’re staying together.  Be strong!”

 The Governor roared with laughter, “A generous response to a brief separation!”

 The assembled guests cheered their approval.

The edge of uncertainty – 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 © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The edge of uncertainty

The celebrations drew to a close.  My husband led me outside.  The wedding guests accompanied us to the archway, singing and cheering as they waved us through to the beginning of our life together.

 In our new home, he gently embraced me.  He started to speak but hesitated, struggling to control his emotions.

 “I’m so sorry,” he said at last.  “We have done what was required of us but I can’t do more.  I cannot stay tonight.  Please try not to be angry with me.  I’ll return in the morning.”

 I stared at the door as it closed behind him.

 

 

 

Murmurs from the deep – 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 © Ted Strutz

Murmurs from the deep

He drifted slowly through the melancholy waters to the sea bed.  He was not alone.  All around, people were gathering.  Their expressionless faces gazed upwards.  Their silent voices asked the question.

 “What happened?”

 His wife was shaking him out of his fevered sleep, distraught at the state he was in.

 She wept as he explained how he had been taken ill and hadn’t made it to the port. Then she told him that the ferry he would have travelled on had run aground and sunk.

 “So many passengers were lost,” she said.

 “I know. I saw them all,” he replied.

 

 

Midnight – 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 © Dale Rogerson

Midnight

The alert on his mobile phone told him he had to go.  It was a great party and he wanted to stay but time was not on his side.

 As he headed towards the door, another partygoer called out, “You’re leaving already?  Our hostess will be sorry you’ve gone so soon!”

 He waved his phone.  “I’ve had my orders!”

 Running to the waiting cab, he lost his shoe but just couldn’t hang around looking for it.

 On his way home, he wondered what story the finder would weave around the shoe.  He laughed!  Who would bother with such a tale?

 

The Way Forward – 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 © Sarah Potter

The Way Forward

I gasped in delight at the sight of the small outbuilding half-hidden by dense foliage at the end of the overgrown garden.

 “It’s magical!”

 “It’s a dump,” my fiancé replied. 

 I turned slowly and looked at him. 

 He answered the question in my eyes. 

 “This whole place is a nightmare.  There’s no way we’re going to be living here.”

 I gazed over his shoulder at the dilapidated house, surrounded by a tangle of trees and bushes.  Where I saw potential, he saw nothing but disintegration.

 “You’re absolutely right, I said.”

 Sometimes, it only takes a moment to realise the inevitable.