A curious legacy – 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. Why not use the link to her blog to join the group?  How’s that for a New Year’s Resolution!

 Seasons Greetings and all good wishes for the New Year!

94 sculturePHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

A curious legacy

As the competition director completed his introduction, the last candidate in the final took the microphone and smiled at her audience.

 “I present my sculpture, “Moving On”.  It highlights the development of wheeled transport and demonstrates the simultaneous progress in portable music…”

 The panel deliberated and the winner was announced.

 “For her ingenuity and sense of humour, the Academy Prize goes to Heather Robinson.”

 Surrounded by applause, Heather gave a silent message of thanks to the famous illustrator whose name she bore and whose talents had inspired her. 

 Future success beckoned.  She was, indeed, moving on and also riding high!

 

 

 

 

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Hatastrophe! – 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 © Björn Rudberg

Hatastrophe!

I thought the woolly hats Gran made me were great!

 Some girls at school didn’t think much of my head gear.  Walking home one day, I heard comments behind me.  “Sheepy head! Try something stylish!”  My hat was snatched off and a plastic bag shoved in its place. 

 A girl called Milly stamped all over the hat.

 I came across Milly years later at a garden party.  She was wearing a stunning and, undoubtedly, expensive designer hat.  A sudden gust of wind swept it off her head and under my feet.

 I handed it back to her with a smile.

 

The shortest 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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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

The shortest day

People gathered in the streets, clad in bright, sparkling clothing. It was time to celebrate the triumph of light over darkness. Putting on my cloak, I stepped outside.

According to tradition, black clad figures danced in and out of the crowd. At the town square, they gathered around the ceremonial orb to block out the light. Raising lighted torches, my company subdued these ‘enemies’ to the sound of loud cheers.

Everyone froze in horror as an arrow unexpectedly shrieked overhead on its way to the shining globe. There was a collective gasp as it hit the metal frame.

Light prevailed.

 

Into the realm of mystery – 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

Into the realm of mystery

Uncle Jack told me to keep away from that warehouse.

 Curiosity got the better of me.  One evening, after college, I went there and stared at the building through icicle laden branches.  A bitter chill embraced me.

 Suddenly, the door opened and out came a hideous group of people chanting words I couldn’t understand.

 A hand seized my shoulder.  I turned in terror, pulled away from a shrouded figure with no face and fled.

 Next morning, Uncle Jack turned up with my scarf.

 “You dropped it as you ran off, Stevie,” he said, tying it rather tightly round my neck.

 

Without stopping to think – 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 © What’s His Name

Without stopping to think

I saw the sign for the golf club and, on impulse, pulled into the car park.

 Walking along the tree-lined path to the rear of the main building, I made my way to where my grandmother’s café had stood.

 There was an empty space, some piles of rubble and a derelict outhouse.

 I stared at the remains of the place where Gran had established her business and then walked away.

 I wondered what had brought me here after all these years and resolved never to come back.  Better to keep the door of memory closed. 

 Sometimes, remembering hurts too much.

 

 

 

Beyond the threshold

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

Beyond the threshold

“That lovely basket please,” said the jolly face in front of me.

“Certainly,” I replied.

“Perfect for fruit,” she told the smiling man who followed her in.

“You’ve fixed my clock. Thanks!” he said, picking it up.

A little boy ran up. His mummy followed. “He’d love that scarf with the yellow fringe.”  I passed it over.

“Ruby slippers!” said a giggling voice. I held up fluffy red ones. We all laughed.

Suddenly, the happy scene vanished.

I turned to face Mother, shouting angrily at me to tidy up.

Life was so much sweeter on my side of the door.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There is always another story – 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

There is always another story

I took my coffee and went to find a seat.  The café was busy and I was conscious of the stares, the pointing, the whispers.

The story was out!  Where better to share it than the place where we met? After all, we had been ‘part of the crowd’ for so long.

It was a tale of love found, then lost. With elements of deceit, forgiveness, betrayal, reconciliation, rejection and a tragic ending.

Suspicion had fallen on me.  Naturally!  But I had proved my innocence.

“No smoke without fire!”

I heard the muttered comment and acknowledged it with a smile.