In the silence – 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

In the silence

Large flakes were falling, settling on the houses, covering the pavements and decorating the trees.  Street lights illuminated the empty spaces.  Nothing moved.  Stillness had settled over the town.

 The sound of the jets had receded into the distance.  Their mission was complete.  The direct hits on selected targets had reduced the buildings to rubble and generated the ‘snowstorm’ of debris that floated through the air.

 Man’s greatest achievement.  Developing his skills to destroy, in seconds, the work of centuries.  Using his abilities to shatter communities.  Making his decisions to end lives.

 Somewhere in the darkness a child was crying.

 

The look in her eyes – 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 © Liz Young

The look in her eyes

I found the letter on the bathroom floor.  It confirmed my suspicions.  He was having an affair.

 My good friend, Lois, and I were going on a walking weekend in the Lake District.  I would talk to her about it.

 We had tackled a steep section on Scafell Pike and had stopped to rest.  I showed her the letter.  She gasped in horror.  Jumping to her feet, she stood staring at me.

 “How could he?” she said.

 I stood up and she backed away from me.  A little too quickly and carelessly.

 “How could you?” I said as she fell.

 

 

Stepping out – 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

Stepping out

I stood alone while he walked away.  Frustration washed over me like a restless tide.

He had shown me only care and compassion.  I gave him nothing.  Why could I not confide in him?  Why would I not let him help me find what I had lost?

My faith in others had gone.  I dared not trust again.

 The distance between us grew and fear stirred in my heart.

 I set off.  Slowly, at first, and then running.  As I drew closer, I called his name.  He turned and stood watching.  Waiting.

 “There’s something I must tell you,” I said.

 

A new day – 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 © Roger Bultot

A new day

I woke with a start.  Glancing at my watch I saw that it was almost 4.00am.

 My mother stirred in her bed.  I went across quickly and took her in my arms.

 “I’m so sorry, Mum,” I said.  “I’m supposed to be keeping you company and I fell asleep in the chair.  That’s not good, is it?”

 She opened her eyes, looked at me and smiled.

 “Oh, Mum!  I love you,” I said, holding her tight. 

 She smiled again and gave a long, gentle sigh.  Her last breath.

 Outside the hospital window, a blackbird began to sing.

 Morning had broken.