Burning the past – 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 © Sarah Potter

Burning the past

I left home at the earliest opportunity, taking with me the expensive pair of shoes my brother had bought to wear at an interview. When I learned that he didn’t get the job, it gave me a certain sense of bitter satisfaction.

 He’d never liked me.  Being an only child had suited him and he wasn’t at all pleased to have a younger sister.  I was glad to see the back of him and to be free of his spiteful behaviour.  We didn’t keep in touch.

 Years passed.

 When I heard he’d died, I burned the shoes. 

 A ritual cleansing.

 

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Empty space – 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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Empty Space

Jess sighed as the name came up on her mobile phone.  She loved Etta dearly but wished she wasn’t so determined to find her the perfect man.

 “Another surprise call from my sister!” she said.  “What have you organised this time?”

 Etta laughed.  “A great night out!”  We’ll pick you up at 7.”

 At the end of the evening, the new ‘candidate’ drove Jess home and asked to see her again.  Her spirits sank.  She really didn’t want to get involved with anyone.

 There was an empty space where her heart should be.  It had been broken too many times.

 

 

Too late for regrets

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. 

 I have chosen to continue the story from the previous two weeks.  If you’d like to look at the earlier pieces, you’ll find them here.  A glimmer of light – Friday Fictioneers and An unexpected reunion – Friday Fictioneers  

Particular thanks to everyone who has taken the time to comment on them and, by doing so, has encouraged me to write more.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Danny Bowman

Too late for regrets

Kara gasped in horror.  “What have you done?”

 Bohan stared at his brother lying motionless on the ground.  He shook his head in despair.  His anger evaporated.

 “He fought to defend you and gave up only when he thought you had died.  He suffered so much from losing you.  You tracked him down and chose only to inflict more suffering.”

 Taking the knife from Arin’s chest, Kara threw it to Bohan.

 He trembled with unexpressed emotion.

 She looked at him with thinly veiled contempt and pointed at the path.  “Go!  Do what you have to do.  Leave us in peace.”

An unexpected reunion – 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. 

I received many interesting comments on my story last week and they prompted me to write a piece that continues the tale.  Thank you to everyone who took the time to make a response.  If you haven’t read the earlier story you’ll find it here – A glimmer of light – Friday Fictioneers

 

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bulltot

An unexpected reunion

Arin stared into the eyes of the man who had spoken.  “What makes you think I have anything of interest to you?”

 “Everything about you,” the man said.  “Follow me!” 

 He strode across the open expanse of land and stopped on the hilltop.

 Arin stood with him, looking down at the ruins below.  “You were there when it fell,” he said.

 “And you,” came the bitter reply.

 Shaking his head in disbelief, Arin turned to Kara.  “My brother, Bohan,” he explained.  “I thought he had died.”

 “Now you die,” growled Bohan, plunging a knife into Arin’s chest.  “For leaving me.”

A glimmer of light – 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© Jan Wayne Fields

A glimmer of light

“We have rested enough,” he said.  “We must move on.”

 Kara sighed and got wearily to her feet.  It had been a long and difficult journey and they had not yet found a place of safety.

 When, at last, they saw the soft white glow through the trees, they approached it with caution.  They stared at the brightly lit tent and wondered at its emptiness.

 Arin looked around and shook his head.  “There is nothing for us here,” he said. 

 A cold voice spoke behind them.  “But there’s something here for me!”  And a sinister laugh echoed through the shadows.

 

One door shuts – 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

One door shuts

The door of her parents’ bedroom stood ajar.  The warm light beckoned.  The comforting smell of Mummy’s perfume enveloped her.

 A moment’s hesitation at the threshold.  She wasn’t allowed in the room without her parents but felt sure they wouldn’t mind if she went in there this evening. 

 Tiptoeing to her mother’s dressing table, she picked up the silver bracelet lying on the glass tray and held it to her cheek.

 The door closed gently behind her.  Everything was quiet and still.

 “I’m sorry.  Your daughter’s gone,” the doctor said.  Her mother and father held each other tightly and wept.

 

The rock and the refuge – 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© CEAyr

The rock and the refuge

The woodland folk did not welcome strangers.  She had strayed into their territory and now a number of them were tracking her down.

Sheltering in a small copse, she tried to pinpoint where they were.  It was hopeless!  They traversed their land as silently as a mouse whereas her gentlest movement reverberated through the trees.

Startled by a sudden noise, she peered through the foliage and saw her pursuers running away.

She walked in the direction from which they had fled, then stopped in amazement.  The jinmenseki * revered by her people! 

“You saved me,” she said, gently stroking its face.

 

* Japanese for ‘rock with a human face’.