Out of this world – Friday Fictioneers

Another piece of story telling for Friday Fictioneers!  Something a little different this week to stretch the imagination!  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 © J Hardy Carroll

Out of this world

I awoke in unfamiliar surroundings.  It was very quiet and there was no-one else around.

 I sat up, bemused.  I had been out with friends and I remember feeling overwhelmed with tiredness.  Now, here I was. 

 But where?

 It was an old wooden building.  I explored it from top to bottom. Hearing a noise, I approached the entrance.  I recoiled in terror at the giant figure that filled the space in front of me.  Looking down, I saw the ground so far below.

 What had happened to me?

 The doors were open.  But for me, there was no way out.

 

 

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Let the moment come – 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 © Gah Learner

Let the moment come

The moon hung in the sky. It looked pale and tired as if the endless routine of travelling through the heavens had become meaningless; as if its solitary existence had taken away its lustre.  I gazed at it blankly.  Its white and shapeless mass did nothing to lift my spirits.

Through the window I saw the darkness of the furthest hills.  Somewhere in the distance the long road lay; the path I had to take.  I could set off any time.  All I needed was the courage to begin a journey through the moonlight.  To go to find my love.

 

 

 

 

 

A moment of reflection – 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 © Nathan Sowers grandson of our own Dawn M. Miller

A moment of reflection

I looked in the mirror at my bright eyes and enthusiastic expression.  Life was so exciting!  I enjoyed a dynamic career and a full social calendar.  Every day I had a busy schedule working with interesting people and the evenings were spent with many good friends.

 A shout startled me out of my reverie.  The face I was looking at was much older.  The light and laughter had faded away, replaced by a look of resignation.

 “I’ve put the new shed together, honey.  Come and see it.”

 I stood up and tried to smile.

 “That’s great! I’m on my way.”

The water’s edge – 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 © Carla Bicomong

The water’s edge

I gazed across the water and saw the home we once knew.  The front door beckoned and I ran with you through the house and into the garden.

There stood the tree whose great arms stretched out to protect us as we played and, beyond it, the river bank and the weather-beaten fence post where once you carved your name.

I leaned over to look in the water for the fish we used to catch.  I saw a face.  Time-worn and grey-haired.

I gasped and stood up.  I saw lights floating gently away.

For me, a light had gone out.

 

 

 

Inhale to your heart’s content * – 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 © Yvette Prior

Inhale to your heart’s content *

“What’s this?” my husband asked, pulling out a very small suitcase from one of the removal boxes surrounding us.

“That was my grandad’s,” I said.  “For carrying his sandwiches and a flask of tea to work.”

Flicking the lid open, he looked inside.  “And these?” he laughed, holding up a rather old packet of Embassy cigarettes. 

“This?” he said, waving an envelope.

“His death certificate,” I replied, taking the suitcase and contents away from him.

“Smoking kills!” he said.

“It was heart failure, actually.”

A sudden thought.

If Grandad hadn’t smoked, could I have known and loved him for longer?

 

* The title comes from a 1949 advertisement for Embassy cigarettes

 

 

 

Spotted! – 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 look at her blog, at rochellewisoff.com, if you are interested in joining the group.  It’s a great way to get involved in writing!

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Photo prompt © Ronda del Boccio

Spotted! – Friday Fictioneers

Mummy was talking to a friend so I walked a little further, trailing my finger along the bricks and tracing their shapes as I went.

I stopped at the brightly coloured grass and stroked it gently, smiling at the way it tickled my hands.

Peering through the greenery, I looked at the houses beyond the wall.  A sudden movement in an open window caught my eye.

“Daddy!” I shouted.

“What are you looking at, poppet?” said Mummy, putting her face next to mine.

She gasped and stood up.  Clutching my hand in hers, she led me off without a word.

A last walk through your garden – 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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A last walk through your garden

I pushed my way through the overgrown grass that almost covered the garden path.  As I approached the shrubbery, the startled birds swept up from the tangled foliage in protest at my presence.

A tree stood by the wall.  The solitary brown leaf that hung from a withered branch dropped to the ground, disturbed by my arrival.

I stared at the wildlife stack.  You had used recycled and leftover materials to make the ultimate minibeast hotel.  It seemed that the guests had left some time ago.

I bent down to pick the last remaining flower to carry back to you.