Friday Fictioneers – Moving on

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!


Moving on

Twenty-five past ten.

I wait, sweltering in the sun, at the entrance to the Summer Craft Fair.

Okay. I’m going in anyway. David can jolly well look for me for once. I wonder how much beer he swilled last night?

His absence spoils the first ten minutes for me, but Rochelle’s stall cheers me up. I wish I could persuade my publisher to use her illustrations for my books.

No sign of David, and lunch is agreeably peaceful. My publisher’s latest intern – Adrian – joins me, and we gossip about literature.

I shall waste no more time on David.

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48 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Moving on

  1. Dear Penny,

    You remind me of some of the sweltering art fairs we took part in last summer. Love it that you could stop by, even virtually. Perhaps Adrian will be more amenable to the illustrator. 😉 Thank you for making me part of your story. Nicely written.



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  2. I do like her and I am so glad she decided to stop waiting for him. How lucky are you to visit Rochelle’s stall! 🙂 And maybe she can sweet talk Adrian into talking to her publisher…
    An enjoyable read.

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  3. I hope Adrian’s a more considerate person – her reaction to him spells attraction to me so I hope David’s no longer important. And I thoroughly enjoyed being transported to the magic of a lovely warm day and a craft fair.

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