This week’s Friday Fictioneer’s prompt – hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. My gran was a hoarder. A gifted one. She believed everything had a purpose. To her family, what she stored in those shoeboxes and bags was somewhat abstract and generally the flotsam of life. However, Granny believed she kept objects of value. Ma fretted […]
Friday fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. “There, see it?” Sam pointed into the murky pond water. It was rusty, bobbing on surface and strangled by plastic bags. “What is it?” With two front teeth gone, Sam whistled his question. “A shopping trolley.” Jan remembered pushing one like it with Sam in the kiddie […]
A family trip to Chirk Castle cleared up a mystery that’s sat around in my head for a while. I’ve often wondered why the castle survived intact into the modern era when so many others are ruined and stripped of their stone following the English Civil War when Parliamentarians opposed King Charles and the country […]
It was the angle of the photographer that caught my eye this week, that feeling of been looked down upon. 100 word Flash fiction picture prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisolf-Fields “Where’s your sense of perspective? You’re always taking sides.” What a snarky remark! “Just because you’re up there amongst the glittering lights, doesn’t mean you […]
This picture is rather dazzling. I almost succumbed to another geometrical tale, but thought of something else instead. “I’ve seen the light. I’m going to be a cab driver.” Billy had joined the army and left when he discovered how heavy the backpacks were. From there he’d become a pavement artist and lamented how the […]
This week’s picture prompt from Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. “Don’t stop. If you stop, they’ll fire you,” whispered her neighbour. She pedalled faster, spun the wheel and kept her head down. He walked past her station, the foreman. Every few minutes, he strolled by, whistling. The needle followed the line—even stitches—a perfect hemline […]
There’s more to a beach than sand. You can anticipate the waves, the pebbles and shells, a little seaweed or a lot, or none at all, as was the case with Talacre Beach in North Wales, but what makes each location different is the landscape and the view across the sea. This was our second […]
Today’s contribution to Friday Fictioneers’ 100 word flash fiction blog hop brought to life by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields In perpetuity. Wasn’t that the commitment? Day after day of togetherness. Except Muriel had married a mathematician and one obsessed with fractals. The patterns she loved. He generated pictures, turning shapes into works of art, covering the walls […]
Our family holiday to the Wye Valley didn’t just include castles, we disappeared into the forest. The Forest of Dean is ancient woodland and the second largest crown forest in England. The Romans occupied the forest to mine for coal and charcoal burning and the last colliery closed in 1965. We visited a small wood […]
I had it the wrong way round. I had a memory of Chepstow Castle being gigantic and lots of walls to climb. Perhaps it was huge for a small child, but visiting it again, it seemed less than what I recalled. On the other hand, Tintern Abbey, which I remember as lacking much turned out […]
The Quiet Writer 