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.

 

 

 

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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!”

 

 

 

 

The view from the window – 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 © Yarnspinnerr

The view from the window

The glints of sunlight on the rain-covered leaves of the apple tree reminded me suddenly of that showery spring morning when I looked down at you from the window and laughed as you messed around in the garden.

We had such happy times when love was new.  But trouble came like rain clouds that drift in to blot out the sun.  The gladness slowly slipped away and now the view from the window is blurred with tears.

 Though you are no longer in my sight, I remember those special moments.  And thoughts of you still make my sad heart sing.

 

 

A letter to my love – 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

A letter to my love

My coffee went cold, as you revealed the plans you’d been making, and a chill crept into my heart.  You spoke about work and your ambitions, other countries and a different lifestyle.  It all sounded glamorous and exciting but there was something missing.

 At last, you mentioned me.  I wonder, was it relief or dismay that you felt when you heard my reply?

 I looked down from the café and watched you heading for the exit.  I half-expected one of your cheery waves; for you to turn and blow me a kiss.  But you didn’t look back.

 Neither will I.

 

 

A place to be together – 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

A place to be together

There was plenty to do in the house but the garden was where they wanted to begin.

 They looked around in delight.  “Let’s get started!” came the cry from the children.

 They cut down the long grass and discovered the hidden pathways.  They dug up the creeping moss from the neglected flower beds and cleared the area around the tree to create the perfect space.

 A place for talking and laughing through the years and for family celebrations.

 The echo of those times floats gently through the air as the raindrops slip from the tree and onto the empty table.

 

 

In the space and the silence – 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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In the space and the silence

The mountain beckoned.  Barin watched the sun rise then grasped his staff and set off.  He was seeking his brother who had taken the path around the lowest slopes but had not returned.

As he climbed higher, the weather changed.  Suddenly, through the descending gloom he saw, carved into the rock, a face and a warning hand held high.

 Barin stood staring then turned at the sound of forlorn creaking. Rounding the corner, he saw a hooded body swaying from the lone tree growing out of the rocky soil. 

 All hope left him.  He sank to his knees in despair.