Turning the tide – 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 © Fatima Fakier Deria

Turning the tide

It was the narrow boat that drew us together.  The time we spent cruising the canals and visiting locations along the way, cemented our relationship.

When he said he’d had enough of sailing, I was stunned.  Then I realised.  It wasn’t only the waterways that had lost their appeal.

“I’ve sold the boat,” he told me.  “My mate’s picking it up at the weekend.”

I watched in silence as he walked out of the door.

Wasting no time, I gathered together a few essentials.  Six months later, the narrow boat and I are inseparable.  I’ve no idea where he is!

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A coveted prize – 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 coveted prize

With barely contained excitement Lilura watched the bird strut along the window ledge.  She rejoiced at the oil the apothecary had prepared for her and which she had spread so carefully along the surface of the wood.  As she had hoped, it had proved irresistible and had tempted this fine feathered specimen to linger.

 A quick flick of her finger and the net had enveloped the unsuspecting creature.  It was held so tightly that if could not even flap its wings in protest.

 Lilura unscrewed the lid of one of her jars.  “Welcome to my collection, sweet one,” she whispered.

 

 

The building – 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 © Roger Bultot

The building

Surrounded but not overshadowed by iconic buildings, this centre of attraction draws visitors from far and wide.

 They come singly, or in groups, then make their way to where they wish to be.  Sitting and taking in the atmosphere.  Gazing at exhibits.  Staring at statues.  Admiring artwork.  Or simply standing.

 Climbing to the first floor, I look over the balustrade.  I take note of the people brought together in a place that is curiously detached from the world outside.  The expressions on their faces have many stories to tell.  Alert, interested, thoughtful, restless, resigned.

 I wonder why they are here.

 

A place to stay – Friday Fictioneers

It’s time to write another piece for Friday Fictioneers.  Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at https://rochellewisoff.com 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 Copyright CONNIE GAYER

A place to stay

The guest house was set back from the road, half-hidden amongst the trees.  It was run by our neighbour who took in the occasional visitors. We saw them arrive from time to time but, strangely enough, we never saw them leave.  In fact, we rarely saw their host but the improvements to his property indicated that the business was doing very well.

One day, out walking, we wandered deep into the woods.  We saw someone busy with a spade.

‘‘So that’s what you do with troublesome guests!” my husband said.

Our neighbour nodded and smiled briefly, then carried on digging.

 

 

 

Empty House – 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 © Karen Rawson

Empty House

He made his way to the bleak and windswept hilltop.  The crumbling wooden steps groaned with each footstep and the desolate trees sighed their despair.

 Monico came to a halt at the house that sat darkly under the brooding sky.  He knocked at the door and shouted out, “I am here.”  His words were swept away by the wind.

 Silent shadows moved through the mouldering walls that held secrets hidden from sight. But no voice answered him.

 The hours crept slowly by as he sat, waiting.  “Soon, soooon,” the night owl called as it flew by.  Then silence fell again.

 

 

 

The journey – 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 © Jan Wayne Fields

The journey

My friend had come to me and said, “I know the way.  Let’s go.”

We set off eagerly on the long journey that took us out of town and onto rough pathways winding upwards through the trees.  We came to a clearing and stood in silence looking at the dead tree that held its arms out as if to bar our way.

Shaking his head, my friend cried out, “I’m lost.”

I slowly turned towards the gaping maw of the rock face beside me and heard its mocking laughter tell me that my search for self had been in vain.

 

 

 

Building bridges – 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 © Douglas M. MacIlroy

Building bridges

The river was deep and wide and had always been a barrier that hindered access to his fields.  At last, a bridge was under construction.  The farmer looked with satisfaction at the pattern of chains that would hold the pillars in place.

 “You could have saved yourself the trouble and sold the land to me,” grumbled his neighbour. “You won’t be needing it much longer.”

 The farmer lifted his old grey head.  “There is a purpose in doing it now.”  He turned and gestured towards the young man who was walking towards them.  “I am building this bridge for him!”