Tag Archives: Friday Fictioneers
A cursed existence – #flashfiction #amwriting
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers – hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I usually write something original, but today I’m hijacking a few sentences from my current manuscript because they fit the picture. This story is about a curse. ‘Does it matter,’ he sighed, ‘because the reality is, I’ve not left this estate in over one hundred and […]
Reaching high – #flashfiction
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers and this week’s 100 word challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. *** “There’s nothing like that there, darling. You shouldn’t lie.” “I was close to it. I’m telling you it was huge. This big.” He jumped on the spot, reaching high with his fingertips. “Sweetie—” “No, I was right next to it. […]
Tinker – #flashfiction
Hello, it’s Friday Fictioneer’s 100 word story time. Many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting. When Daniel brought home the wreck, his wife stormed indoors. It was the fourth one he’d dumped on the driveway that year. The first became the kids’ climbing frame. He’d sold the next to another car enthusiast and he’d […]
Woken in the night
This week’s flash fiction isn’t fiction. Just a 100 words to describe a memory. Picture prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields The blue flashing lights bounced off the canvas, waking me up. “Mum, what’s happening?” I shouted in the darkness. “Nothing, go to sleep.” The morning brought a stillness, empty pitches, abandoned vacations. By lunchtime, there […]
A request
This week’s Friday Fictioneers one hundred word challenge. Hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The landlord stipulated three colours: white, black or ecru. Eva wanted to paint the front door lilac. She asked permission, politely and he declined, rudely. “Why one of those colours?” One of which wasn’t much different from the other. He replied, because I […]
Stirring the emotions
Part of the joy of playing an instrument is the relationship you have with it. Learning one is a gateway to others. This week’s flash fiction prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. “Pluck don’t strum. Glide with the bow, don’t scrape.” My cello lessons maintain the same awkward rhythm; the teacher’s bellicose voice is unchanged. While […]
The hoarder
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 […]
See it? – #flashfiction
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 […]
Seeing the light – #flashfiction
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 […]
Don’t Stop – #flashfiction
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 […]
The Quiet Writer 