Category Flash Fiction
Open waters
Time flies and I forget to keep up. Here’s a little flash fiction and the photo prompt comes from Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Amanda hated frogs. Tiptoeing around the edge, she squished her toes back inside her sandals. How to tell Finlay? “Could we…” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’m sorry. This isn’t […]
Product team meeting
Hello to Friday Fictioneers! Today’s picture prompt started a chain of thoughts. I used to work, years ago, for a humongous consumer products company… “Look at this photograph. Tell me what you see?” Not the view. We’re not here for that. “Pumps. Gels. Liquids” “So why are we still making bars of soap?” Think […]
Minimalist
Been absent for far too long, so to break back into things, I’m jumping into Friday Fictioneers. This week’s photo prompt and my 100 word tale. “Well, what do you think?” He eyed it, stood over it, but didn’t touch it. “It’s stripy.” “Yeah, I thought it would spice up your office.” A colourless shell […]
Messages
I’ve always wanted to find one, but never have… “Where did you get those, Grandpa?” He started to count them. “Washed up on the beach.” Grandpa sighed deeply, his craggy face sagging with memories. “Why keep them?” He’d reached thirty-two. “These were the ones with messages.” Paul’s widening eyes reflected in the curvature of the […]
Tiny window
Welcome to a little (98 words) of flash fiction hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields on Friday Fictioneers. “There?” The tiny window was perched on the roofline. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “It’s in a good part of the city.” “It’s titchy. Just one window?” Another apologetic shuffle of his feet. “I gave […]
Tunnel of Hope
Quakers often speak of holding somebody in the light – meaning to give them hope, peace and respite from their anxieties and suffering. So I took this as my cue for Friday’s Fictioneers’ Flash Fiction. Once a week a picture is posted by Rochelle on her blog and the challenge of no more than hundred […]
Cleaning up the streets.
I hate driving past those car dumps, where metal is mangled and piled high. An eyesore. This is my 100 word flash fiction story, hosted by Rochelle and runs until this Friday. What to do with them? They hung about on street corners, lurked in car parks and by playgrounds. They’d consigned themselves to the […]
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 […]
The Quiet Writer 