Friday Fictioneers – NYC – Storm Warning

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 (C) ROGER BULTOT

NYC – Storm Warning

It’s overcast, hot and humid, and a severe storm is forecast. But that will be later; I don’t need to hurry under cover.

From my café table, I marvel at the diversity of language. English, Yiddish, Polish, Arabic; hustling, speaking secrets, whispering words of love; even, in this city of Mammon, proclaiming the words of God. What a wonderful city it is, whose polyglot citizens live and work crammed together, rubbing shoulders, proud yet tolerant!

Heavy raindrops fall without warning. Even as I move towards shelter, there is an explosive brilliance. I topple. It’s growing dark. I can’t see.

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Friday Fictioneers – Short Ride in a Fast Machine

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 (C) BILL REYNOLDS

Short ride in a fast machine

There were rusty old vehicles abandoned all over Jake’s farm. He was a typical small farmer, easy-going as long as you didn’t try to tell him how to run his business.

His sons, Darren and Clive, ran wild across the farm.

“Here, look – this pick-up’s still got the keys in it,” said Clive, a speculative note in his voice.

Darren pushed past. “So it has,” he said, and climbed into the driver’s seat.

The rusty old pick-up drove surprisingly well – until it rammed a stone wall.

The boys had to pay for repairs; Jake was, after all, a typical farmer…

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Friday Fictioneers – On-rushing Winter

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 (C) NA’AMA YEHUDA

On-rushing Winter

The clouds had been massing in the north all day and, as the sun dropped towards the western horizon, the light took on a sulphurous yellow cast.

One at a time, at two-minute intervals, men approached the apartment block and entered the basement. Silently, each one saluted Jed and laid their i.d. on the desk in front of him. Silently, each one accepted an assault rifle, in a long case of the sort that normally holds a musical instrument. Silently, each one saluted and left.

Outside, the snow began to fall. Already, the roof of the Capitol was white.

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