Friday Fictioneers – Here and Now

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!

PHOTO PROMPT © NA’AMA YEHUDA

Here and now

I can only see the very top of the building from where I lie, the top of the tenement block and the clouds above.

The clouds are very beautiful against the azure sky. No matter how much detail I can make out, the pattern is the same. They are fractal.

I wallow in the garbage odour of a dumpster. My head hurts. So does my right arm. I wonder if I’ve broken it? Voices of early workers cackle.

And yet the sky is beautiful. I shall change. Here is where the drinking stops. Here and now.

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Friday Fictioneers – Witnesses

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!

PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankivell

Witnesses

Three men sat in a chamber, whose windows opened onto the stars. The youngest, whose tower it was, said, “Three planets will come together at his birth. He will be a king.”

The second, white-bearded and with piercing eyes, spoke in a deep voice. “The prophecies agree that he will be a son of God.”

The third was neither old nor young. His voice was light, sing-song. “I have cast the yarrow stalks many times. Violent men will snatch his life.”

“A strange end.”

“Nevertheless, we are called to travel west to witness his birth.”

By daybreak they were gone.

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Friday Fictioneers – Roller Coaster

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!

PHOTO PROMPT © ROGER BULTOT

Roller Coaster

He sat in Nathan’s diner from two until three every day, stirring a coffee. Sometimes he would take a swallow, look across at the Steeplechase roller coaster opposite, and grimace.

Every five minutes the cars rocketed into the corner of the ride, the squeal of the wheel flanges against the track completely drowned by the shrieks of excited riders.

Every five minutes he saw again in his mind’s eye the car leaping off the track, the boy flying through the air, plummeting.

Every five minutes he heard the despairing wail, “Dad…”

It was even worse the days he didn’t go.

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