Youth and age – 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 © J Hardy Carroll

Youth and age

There is laughter in your eyes and your voice is full of enthusiasm as you invite me to join you at the gym.  I roll my eyes and decline your offer with a wry smile.

 With a wave, you go out to embrace the day.  I watch from the window as you run down the street and think of myself doing the same not so many years ago.

 I remember how I was once filled with the same life and energy. 

That bright spark may have faded but memory proclaims that my light once shone as brilliantly as your own.

 

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Beauty Fades – 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 © Marie Gail Stratford

Beauty Fades

I wander through my garden, ravaged by winter.  The beauty of the roses has faded and gone.  The lavender droops in dismay at the loss of its sweet fragrance.  The trees have shrugged off their striking leafy garments.

 The spiteful wind confronts me, driving me back into the house.  I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.  I see the beautiful young woman whose image was portrayed in fashion magazines.  Then I see myself as I am.  Time has not been kind to me.  Like the garden, my best moments have passed.  But, for me, there is no regrowth.

One winter afternoon – 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 © Dale Rogerson

One winter afternoon

Throughout the day the north wind brought the swirling mists of snow.  We looked out to a world we did not know.  The familiar landscape had taken on a new guise.  Curious domes and towers had replaced bushes and trees.  The garden was buried beneath a limitless drift of white.

 “A path!” said Father and, warmly clad, we all rushed outside to clear a way from the door to the roadside.

 How strange it seems, that so much life and love has gone.  Now, at each snowfall, only I am left to smile at the memory of that distant time.

When the wind blows – 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 © JS Brand

When the wind blows

The wind rattled the windows and doors and swept around me,  shrieking in my ears about the passion that lives in the sea.

I am standing on the balcony, looking across at the relentless pounding of the waves.  I remember the raging storm that swept my heart out to sea that moonless night and dashed it to pieces on the boat that was carrying you home.

I wonder if you heard me call your name;  if you felt my love for you and sensed my outstretched arms.

In vain, I beg the heartless tide to bring you back to me.

 

 

The woodcutter – 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.

The photo prompt this week reminded me of the poem The Wood-Cutter by G.K Chesterton. My story this week is inspired by both the photo and the poem.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The woodcutter

The woodcutter came into the forest wearing a troubled expression. He circled the tree in some agitation then slowly raised his axe.   As each blow struck the trunk, he gave a fearful groan of pain and despair.

He arranged the dismembered pieces of wood into the familiar pattern.  Putting the final log in place, he looked up at the sky and roared, “It is done!”

A short walk took him to the nearby stream where he scrubbed the axe vigorously until it was clean.

Muttering a prayer for forgiveness, he trudged across the field cradling the weapon in his arms.

 

A monument to love and laughter – 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 © Sandra Crook

A monument to love and laughter

An air of melancholy hovered over the decaying building.  It brooded silently, ignored by the world around it.

Unexpectedly a small car pulled up outside.  A woman got out and slowly, hesitantly, walked into the house.  “I can’t believe it’s come to this,” she muttered.

 As she spoke, a fleeting moment of sunshine lit up the place and the sound of a child’s laughter moved from room to room.

 When she turned back to her car, a sudden gust of wind threw heavy rain against the windows.  The drops poured down the remaining glass like desperate tears of inconsolable grief.

Love at first sight – 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 © J Hardy Carroll

Love at first sight

Our eyes met across the group of staff at the fairground.  We worked closely together each day and shared long evenings full of fun and laughter.  We had a ball!

“A perfect match!”  “You two were meant for each other!”  Such a great couple!”  These were some of the comments made about us.

As the summer waned, so did our emotional attachment.  “Time to move on,” you said as you packed your suitcase.  “It’s been one hell of a ride!”

I kissed you.

“Better to have loved and lost . . . ,” I thought as I turned and walked away.

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‘Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.’

A quotation from ‘In Memoriam’ by Alfred, Lord Tennyson