Home Improvement – Friday Fictioneers

One of the great things about Friday Fictioneers is that it directs us to think about things we have done, things we have seen or heard and things we have read. There is so much information around us that influenced the content of my story this week.

If you would like to become a part of Friday Fictioneers, the weekly group hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, 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 a great way to get involved in writing.

warehouse

PHOTO PROMPT © Amy Reese

Home Improvement

The building was huge.  Inside, it was very bright and very shiny.

The man showed us round.  “There are different sized rooms,” he explained. “You select the one that offers you the space that you need.  You can come and go as you please.  Our staff are on site 24 hours a day to offer you all the assistance you need.  It is brand new, very clean and we’ve furnished it as comfortably as possible.”

He hesitated, “I’m sorry there are no windows.”

Windows were not important.

There were no bombs, no bullets, no blood.  We would live safely here.

 

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A time to shine – Friday Fictioneers

One of the great things about Friday Fictioneers is that it directs us to think about things we have done, things we have seen or heard and things we have read.  No prizes for guessing what inspired my story this week after I’d seen the photo prompt!

If you would like to become a part of Friday Fictioneers, the weekly group hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, 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 a great way to get involved in writing.

myriad-lights

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

A time to shine

Tonight was the big night.  The annual county get-together for the rich, famous and well-connected.  This would be the first time for me.  I could hardly wait!

 I pictured myself gliding down that magnificent staircase under the myriad lights.  All eyes on me; the focus of attention.  A glittering moment!

 I turned to the mirror.  The outfit was stunning – revealing my figure to perfection.  My hair looked fantastic.  The make-up was subtle but very flattering.

 A voice called, “Ladies, please take your positions.”

 I smoothed down my uniform and sighed.  How long before this Cinderella could go to the ball?

The Mill – Friday Fictioneers

One of the great things about Friday Fictioneers is that it directs us to think about things we have done, things we have seen or heard and things we have read.  The photo this week reminded me of ‘The Mill’ – by the American poet Edwin Arlington Robinson – an evocative piece of writing that, together with the photo prompt, has inspired my story this week.

If you would like to become a part of Friday Fictioneers, the weekly group hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, 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 a great way to get involved in writing.

the-mill

PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma

The Mill

He hesitated at the door, as if reluctant to leave.  For a long moment, his gaze rested on her.

 “There are no millers now,” he said.  The door closed behind him.

 It had grown late.  The meal was cold.  The fire had gone out.  With his words tearing at her heart, she set off through the deepening gloom. 

Stepping into the mill, she stared through the emptiness inside. 

She turned away from the dark shape hanging from a beam and sought comfort elsewhere.  Whispering his name, she slipped into the weir and let the cold, black water embrace her despair.

 

The moment of truth – 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.  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.

sewing-machine

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

The moment of truth

Grandmother’s house was still and quiet – holding its breath.  “It’ll be yours when I’m gone,” she had said, and held me tight as sadness clouded my eyes.

“She died intestate,” my father told me.  “This place is all mine.”  I hadn’t been back.

Fate was unkind to him. I was here, four years later, after his unexpected demise.

The sewing machine stood untouched in her workroom.  I ran my hand over it and lifted the cloth.  I read the words, “Last Will …” and snatched up the envelope.

A whisper of air moved through the house.  A sigh of relief.

An act of retaliation – 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.  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.

fireworks

PHOTO PROMPT -© Vijaya Sundaram

An act of retaliation

The shadowy figures edged their way along the roof.  How long till they caught sight of me?  The firework display was a welcome distraction but it wouldn’t hold their attention.  

 I put the finishing touches to my own ‘fireworks’ and ran for cover.

 The first of them stepped onto the ladder as the charge ignited.  In seconds the building was reduced to smouldering rubble. 

 As I turned to slip away, a hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me round.  I struggled needlessly.

 “Didn’t think you had it in you!” a gruff voice said. 

 “Hell hath no fury …” I replied.