An unexpected reunion – 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. 

I received many interesting comments on my story last week and they prompted me to write a piece that continues the tale.  Thank you to everyone who took the time to make a response.  If you haven’t read the earlier story you’ll find it here – A glimmer of light – Friday Fictioneers

 

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bulltot

An unexpected reunion

Arin stared into the eyes of the man who had spoken.  “What makes you think I have anything of interest to you?”

 “Everything about you,” the man said.  “Follow me!” 

 He strode across the open expanse of land and stopped on the hilltop.

 Arin stood with him, looking down at the ruins below.  “You were there when it fell,” he said.

 “And you,” came the bitter reply.

 Shaking his head in disbelief, Arin turned to Kara.  “My brother, Bohan,” he explained.  “I thought he had died.”

 “Now you die,” growled Bohan, plunging a knife into Arin’s chest.  “For leaving me.”

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A glimmer of light – 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

A glimmer of light

“We have rested enough,” he said.  “We must move on.”

 Kara sighed and got wearily to her feet.  It had been a long and difficult journey and they had not yet found a place of safety.

 When, at last, they saw the soft white glow through the trees, they approached it with caution.  They stared at the brightly lit tent and wondered at its emptiness.

 Arin looked around and shook his head.  “There is nothing for us here,” he said. 

 A cold voice spoke behind them.  “But there’s something here for me!”  And a sinister laugh echoed through the shadows.

 

One door shuts – 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 © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

One door shuts

The door of her parents’ bedroom stood ajar.  The warm light beckoned.  The comforting smell of Mummy’s perfume enveloped her.

 A moment’s hesitation at the threshold.  She wasn’t allowed in the room without her parents but felt sure they wouldn’t mind if she went in there this evening. 

 Tiptoeing to her mother’s dressing table, she picked up the silver bracelet lying on the glass tray and held it to her cheek.

 The door closed gently behind her.  Everything was quiet and still.

 “I’m sorry.  Your daughter’s gone,” the doctor said.  Her mother and father held each other tightly and wept.

 

The rock and the refuge – 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© CEAyr

The rock and the refuge

The woodland folk did not welcome strangers.  She had strayed into their territory and now a number of them were tracking her down.

Sheltering in a small copse, she tried to pinpoint where they were.  It was hopeless!  They traversed their land as silently as a mouse whereas her gentlest movement reverberated through the trees.

Startled by a sudden noise, she peered through the foliage and saw her pursuers running away.

She walked in the direction from which they had fled, then stopped in amazement.  The jinmenseki * revered by her people! 

“You saved me,” she said, gently stroking its face.

 

* Japanese for ‘rock with a human face’.

 

Fresh flowers for the new day – 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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Fresh flowers for the new day

Ella arranged the bouquets her husband had sent.  The flowers delivered the day before nestled in a small bowl.  The glass vase embraced the exquisite blooms that had just arrived.

She read the card he had written.  “Forgive me.  I’ve made a terrible mistake. Please let me come back.”

 The doorbell rang and she let the removal men into the apartment.  They loaded all her boxes onto the van and set off.

 She sent him a text message.  “Thanks for the flowers.  Come back any time.  Everything’s ready for your return.”

“Except me!” she laughed, walking out of the door.

 

Waiting for an answer – Friday Fictioneers

With only a couple of hours to spare, here’s 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 © J Hardy Carroll

Waiting for an answer

She stared at the strange contraption on the wall.

 “What’s that?” she asked.

 “Something from the ‘Old Times’,” he replied.

 “What’s it for?” she continued.

 “Nobody knows.  There’s no way of knowing.”

 Grant had been her guide since she moved to the settlement.  He showed her around, patiently responding to any questions.

 “Why doesn’t anyone use this building?” she asked.

 A loud ringing noise startled her.

 That’s why.” he said.  “We’ve no idea what sets it off or how to stop it.  People believe this place is cursed.  Tormented by the past.

 Filled with a sudden fear, she went outside.

 

 

The tyranny of numbers – Friday Fictioneers

It’s time to write another story 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 © Kent Bonham

The tyranny of numbers

 “Good evening, Officer Bennet.  May I clean your room now?”

“Go ahead.  Leave this photo on my desk.  Stolen car.  Keeps appearing in different locations.  Not sure what’s going on …”

 Clara stared at the picture before setting to work.  When she had finished, she looked at it again.  She gasped and ran along the corridor, almost colliding with the officer.

 “Everything OK, Clara?”

 “The number plate, she declared.  Three eights.  Three the same – always significant.  Add them.  24.  Add the other numbers.  12.  Something’s planned.  24/12 between 24:00 and 12:00.  Tomorrow!

 Next day’s headlines.  “Targeted Christmas attacks averted!”