Another time, another place

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.

62 another time another place

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Another time, another place

The motor bike hitting the wing mirror took me back to my childhood.

 My father had slammed the car door and walked across to the motor cyclist picking himself off the petrol station forecourt.  I heard the angry exchange of words but saw only the blood pouring down the injured man’s face.

 “Not a word,” Dad had growled at me.  I never spoke of it but I was haunted by the memory.

 Getting out of the car now, I grabbed my husband’s arm.  “His face,” I said, “he’s so badly hurt.”

 “I’m fine”, the man replied.  “Not even a scratch!”

Love hurts – 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.

60 Love hurts

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Love hurts

We had been watching the building.  At last, it was time to make our move. 

Hand in hand we walked down the boulevard, just like any other young couple in love.

 A car pulled up in front of us and two men got out.  I grabbed Anton’s shoulders and turned him to face me.

 “Kiss me,” I said.

 As he did so, I slid the blade between his ribs.

 He stared at me in disbelief.

 “I can’t blow up innocent people,” I whispered.  “And neither can you.”

 I brushed aside a solitary tear as the two men carried him away.

 

 

Hallowed ground – 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!

59 hallowed ground

PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young

Hallowed ground

At a time of political turmoil, I was forced to leave the place I called home and the man I loved.  He made me a promise.  Each year he would wait for me, on midsummer’s day, at Friars Rest.

 Border changes and hostile governments delayed my return.  Now, at last, I was here at our meeting place.

 I turned at the sound of his voice.  I had only one thing to say.

 “Where is my son?”

 A younger man came past him and took me in his arms.

 “Mother,” he said.

 For the first time in 20 years, I wept.

 

Killer Heels – 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.

58 killer heels

PHOTO PROMPT © Magaly Guerrero

Killer heels

Closing the door quietly, she left his flat for the last time.

 It started so well.  They had a lot in common and enjoyed each other’s company.  Gradually, everything crumbled. 

 They were talking things over when he lost control and took a swipe at her.  She turned, grabbed one of her shoes and swung her arm wildly.

 The heel of the shoe hit his head.  He dropped to the floor. 

 When the shock subsided, she realised it could have been her body lying there.

 She smiled grimly.  Not quite the ‘Cinderella’ story but the shoe had certainly changed her life!

 

 

 

A bitter taste – 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.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

A bitter taste

I turn from the window.  There is nothing outside to catch my attention

 The food on the table holds no interest for me.  I can’t bear to think of lifting the glass of wine to my lips.

 I clutch the chair, frustrated by my inability to pick up the pieces and move on.  I wonder if I will ever learn to tell the difference between reality and make-believe,  truth and lies.

 Perhaps the day may come when I will find that I can live a better life without you.  At this moment, though, that day seems so very far away.

 

 

A shadow – 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.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jellico’s Stationhouse

A shadow

It was another family gathering.  Although my mother was an only child, my father was one of six.  My aunts and uncles were an amazing mix of people and I was always happy to meet up with them.  My many cousins were good friends.

 I was sitting with Sarah, holding her hand.  I heard someone mention her bicycle.  In the way again, left lying on the ground, I supposed!

 It was time for her to go.  As light as air, she slipped away into the shadows.

 No-one noticed her leave.  They had already said goodbye at her final resting place.

 

The sadness of goodbye – 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.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

The sadness of goodbye

When my grandmother died, she left me a diary.  She wrote it in 1910, when she was 9 years old.  It was the only one she ever kept.

 She was travelling with her parents to visit family in New York.  She described the preparations for their departure and the excitement of setting off on their journey across the Atlantic Ocean.  She recorded the details of the ship in which they sailed and the people they met. 

 Her account of their voyage covered four days.

 I wish she had told me about it during her lifetime.  The ship was the Titanic.