Where the heart is – 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.

 Some readers may see familiar elements in my story this week.  That’s because I have chosen to continue a previous story but with a change of voice.  If you’d like to look at previous extracts, you’ll find them here.  A glimmer of light – Friday Fictioneers and An unexpected reunion – Friday Fictioneers  

 Many thanks to everyone who takes the time to like or to comment on my writing.

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Where the heart is

It didn’t look like a comfortable place to live but the warmth of our welcome made up for its appearance.

 I had been tending my husband in the shelter of a tree with little hope that either of us would survive.  When I awoke one morning to find a small group around us, I trusted to their good intentions and they moved us to this building.  With their unstinting care, Arin recovered from what I’d thought was a fatal wounding. 

 On the day these generous people invited us to remain with them, we felt we had come home at last!

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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.

 

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.”