Returning home – Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly group hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who chooses a photo prompt to inspire writers to produce a 100 word piece of flash fiction.  This is my second contribution.  Thank you to all those who responded to my first story.  Your feedback has encouraged me.


PHOTO PROMPT – © Ted Strutz

Returning home

The path wound up the hill. She was almost there. Home.

She had dreamed of this moment for so long. She had planned her movements, awaited her opportunity and, when the time came, had carefully slipped away.

Gazing down, she looked over the small town and began her descent. Eager anticipation rose tentatively inside her.

The silence was all-embracing. Nothing lived here now. No people, no animals, no birds. Rounding a corner she was confronted by a toilet dumped out in the open. Its defiant display of bright flowers the only sign of life in this desolate place. She wept.


Gone without goodbye

There have been many stories circulating in my head over many years. Some I have shared, most I have not. A recent conversation prompted me to seek out Friday Fictioneers. I was intrigued and then inspired. Surely this was the opportunity I had been waiting for.


PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Gone without goodbye

The knock on the door startled them both.

The woman glanced at her companion who nodded and left the room. Hushed voices crept back to her. She sensed an urgency. Her companion returned. “Elden needs to speak to you.”

The baby in her arms whimpered as her companion took him.

Elden was waiting in ‘The Square’ where they were visible to anyone needing to observe them. As he spoke she looked over his shoulder at the immense window that revealed the land beyond the river. Not for the first time she wished she was there.

“We must go,” he said.