Friday Fictioneers – Legitimate cause for pride

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 © RUSSELL GAYER

Legitimate Cause for Pride

“Honey, why are we stopping?”

“That!” said Jack, pointing.

There, on the driveway of an abandoned clapboard house, mouldered a pickup with an extended passenger section.

“Sure. It’s a truck. Can we please get going? We told Mary we’d be with her by 4 o’clock.”

“I just want a quick look. No more than ten minutes.”

Helen pouted.

“Honey, it’s a truck and it’s covered in mildew. And look – there’s ivy coiling round the wheels!”

“Ah, it’s not just any truck, it’s a Vandura. Back in ’62 I worked in Chevrolet’s design department. See that door mirror? I designed that!”

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Friday Fictioneers – The end of an era?

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 © BRENDA COX

The end of an era?

The café lay under a mighty plane tree in a marble-paved square. It was always busy, from dawn until well after midnight.

Giorgios gazed over the café he’d started. He thought of his sons and grandsons working the tables. He thought of his unmarried daughter Katerina, so shrewd. His other daughters were happily married with children. Giorgios smiled briefly.

His heart laboured as he wondered to whom he should leave the business.

That night, lightning felled the plane tree. The deafening crash woke Giorgios. His chest tightened until he couldn’t breathe. Hastily he scrawled, “The café is Katerina’s.”

And died.

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Note – I’m planning to write a longer version of this story and post it on Sunday or Monday. Just sayin’!

Friday Fictioneers – Home

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 © ALICIA JAMTAAS

Home

“Hello, Dad.”

Who’s speaking? Who’s this man so tall and strong, crowding my room? I don’t like him. 

“Dad, it’s Colin.”

I stare at him.

“My son was called Colin. Do you know him?” Somehow the words come out jumbled.

Why am I here? Am I in prison? I want to be home. I want to be home in my cabin, nothing but trees for miles.

I knew the forest. I knew the trees, from sapling to maturity. In summer the dry ground was springy; in winter, the mud clamped my boots.

“Dad!”

Who’s speaking? I don’t like him.

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Friday Fictioneers – Dare!

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 © ALICIA JAMTAAS

Dare!

Tom and James crept closer to the shack in the woods.

“The door’s shut.”

“Bet it’s not locked.”

“Try it!”

“Somebody might be inside.”

“Dare you!”

Tom swallowed. He looked back down the path.

“Chicken!” jeered James.

Hesitant, Tom grasped the door handle and tugged. The door scraped against the ground.

“Coo! Bet we’re the first people in years been inside,” he said.

There was a cupboard, a table, a ratty old chair.

“Look, there’s a drawer in the table,” exclaimed James. Excitedly, he yanked it open. Heavy, metallic, deadly, the revolver gleamed in the drawer.

Outside, footsteps crunched.

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Friday Fictioneers – Solar Storm

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 © DALE ROGERSON

Solar Storm

Demetrios could have wept at the sight of Miseon, shaking with fatigue after her second six-hour spacewalk in twenty-four hours. Sixty was too old for such brutal labour, but everyone on Space Station L1 was working double shifts. Extra protection against radiation was essential.

All pregnant women had been flown to the Lunar Base; the rest of the colonists would have to endure the biggest solar storm ever.

Demetrios held Miseon gently.

“We’ve done all we can,” he murmured.

Miseon pushed him. “Go in the command area. It’s safer. It’s your duty!”

“No. My place is with you,” he said.

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Friday Fictioneers – Leaving

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 © LIZ YOUNG

Leaving

It’s little things that betray her. She’s wearing perfume. When I ask how her day has been, she says, “Oh, you know…” She’s not telling me where she’s been in her car. She’s happy.

And I’m not.

I provide for her, protect her. All I ask is that she puts me first.

So be it. She’s using her car to cheat on me; her car will end the affair. Last night I made a pinhole in the hydraulics.

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“You’re leaving him? Thank goodness.”

“Yes. Tomorrow. Thank you for so much support, Jenny.”

“Take care as you drive home, Sarah.”

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