Monthly Archives: June 2015
Empty streets
A street scene for today’s photo prompt. Something caught my eye and that’s all I could see, then the words came. This is Friday’s Fictioneers 100-word story, brought courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The street was deserted. Carried on the breeze, rubbish bounced along the pavement. Streetlights shone brightly, but not a soul remained. The signs […]
Up Above
Today’s flash fiction prompt, brought to life by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, is more about perspective, than content. We only look up when we have to, most of the time. First shimmering whiteness, then darkness, like a black raven harrying above her head. Overlaying, intricate swirls. They blur, refusing to unfold and show their true […]
Kitchen conversations
Today’s Friday Fictioneers prompt (yes, it’s Wednesday but by Friday my brain is frazzled) is of a very tidy kitchen. Mine isn’t like this. It’s noisier too. “That one’s the moon!” “No it’s not, silly-billy,” he squeaked. She squeezed the dishcloth out. “Don’t be mean to your little sister.” “That one is […]
Lost chapters
I woke last night in the middle of a dream. One of those intriguing, what happens next kind of dreams with lots of strange subliminal messages that I feel I ought to understand the meaning of but instead they leave me confused and frustrated. Trying to get back to sleep, I’d love to have jumped […]
Unwanted Jetsam
I’m participating in Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers’ writing prompt. I’m certainly enjoying the challenge of putting together a 100 word story each week. “What is it? It’s huge.” “An anchor chain.” They’d been beachcombing, trekking across the cove for hours. “From a shipwreck?” Pascal poked a coal-black iron ring. “Aye, which means…” He pushed Pascal […]
The Quiet Writer 