What Pegman Saw – Follower

“What Pegman saw” is a weekly challenge based on Google Streetview. You can read the rules here. You can find today’s location on this page,  from where you can also get the Inlinkz code. Many thanks to Karen and Josh for organising this most stimulating prompt!

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Balbulol Dive Resort, Indonesia | Lera 76, Google Maps

Follower

He’s here again, not doing anything, just sitting and watching me.

At first he hid. He’s bolder now, in plain view.

I chant invocations as I shovel ash from a bonfire into a sack and put it into my outrigger. Nine and ninety days it has sat in sun and rain, and now it’s ready to bless the land and the sea.

I paddle hard for hours, and as I approach the atoll the sun is at its zenith. Has my pursuer had the stamina to keep up with me? I can’t see him. Perhaps the heat has overcome him? I shrug. If it has, he will not do.

I have been quick. The sun must be three-quarters through her journey before I scatter the ash. I eat and drink, and, behold, my hunter paddles slowly to the beach. His head droops.

He’ll do. I shall make him my apprentice.

Friday Fictioneers – Reading Club

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) TED STRUTZ

Reading Club

Every Tuesday, after school, we have reading club in the library. It’s warm and peaceful there. I like the colours of the room; they make me feel safe.

Miss Robinson reads to us. When the story gets exciting, her voice goes all squeaky and she jumps about like a kangaroo. I just try to sit quietly at the back, reading my own book.

I wish we had reading club every night.

I wish it went on longer.

I hope Dad’s not drunk tonight.

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Friday Fictioneers – Vanished

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) BRADLEY HARRIS

Vanished

Mags and I wandered along the coast path. Sonorous waves breathed calmly, and countless bees hummed in the heather. I gave Mags a hug, and she grinned at me.

‘What’s that for, Mum?’ she asked.

‘Oh, because I love you! And because I want to tell you about your dad.’

She stiffened.

‘Tom and I were on that beach. We’d been quarrelling – we often did – but we made up. Afterwards, I dozed, and when I woke, Tom had gone. I never saw him again.’

Briefly Mags was silent, then, ‘Would you mind if I looked for him, Mum?’ she asked.

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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!

PHOTO PROMPT (C) BRENDA COX

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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Friday Fictioneers – Vive le Quebec libre!

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) DALE ROGERSON

Vive le Quebec libre!

In my youth I travelled to many countries, and in July 1967 chance took me to Montreal. Strolling to my hotel, I was musing on de Gaulle’s inflammatory speech – ‘Vive le Quebec libre’, indeed! – and barely noticed a small group carrying a large and unseasonal Christmas tree.

The group was led by a rather attractive young woman, who asked if I would kindly take a photograph of them. She smiled, I obliged, went on my way and forgot the incident.

Until yesterday, when I received the following email.

‘It’s over fifty years since you took this photograph. Do you remember?’

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Friday Fictioneers – Memory’s Mirror

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) Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Memory’s mirror

I first met Stephen at a concert in the Albert Hall. The shocking revelation that this man was my soul-mate almost battered me to the floor. I don’t know how I hid my emotion from my husband.

Of course, the whole thing was hopeless. I had children, Stephen had children, and, in any case, we loved our spouses, we really did. There was never more than the occasional silence, or a shy smile.

Now I’m old, a widow. My children live faraway; we see each other a few times a year, no more.

I often think about Stephen – and wonder.

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Friday Fictioneers – Manifesto

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) ROCHELLE WISOFF-FIELDS

Manifesto

Sister, you know there’s something wrong with the world.

Men continue to rape the environment despite global warming. They build nuclear weapons which will poison the biosphere for ever. They slaughter civilians in vicious, local wars. And all for status!

It’s time for women to save the world from this madness.

We take our name from the ancient Greek; we are Maenads. We foresee the future, but unlike our predecessors we do so through sobriety and careful planning. Together, our strength is irresistible.

If you want to join us, sister, look for the mask of Dionysos.

You will be welcome.

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Friday Fictioneers – Winding Up

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) Claire Fuller

Winding Up

‘I want to know if we’re bloody solvent!’ yelled Pauline. ‘Can we still feed the kids?’

‘Course we can, you stupid cow.’ Dick stamped out of the house. Michael, his oldest son, heard him and shivered.

‘Morning, Mr Ransom,’ chorused his three employees when he arrived at the repair shop he owned.

He grunted.

‘Tom, I’ve got to go out. Hold the fort, will you?’

He took a packet from the safe in his office, and slipped it into his briefcase; fifty thousand pounds and a plane ticket to Spain.

Dick Ransom whistled cheerfully all the way to the airport.

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Friday Fictioneers – Relief

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) LISA FOX

Relief

‘I don’t know how long I can hold on, Richard,’ I gasped. Every bump in the road – and there were many – doubled the feeling of urgency in my bowels.

Snow lay a foot deep on the verge and our tyre chains crunched in ice; it must have been twenty below.

‘Look! Look there! Stop!’

There was a quaint little hut at the side of the road, two narrow stories high.

‘I guess it’s a toilet,’ said Richard, ‘but look at the signs on the doors. Voters below – politicians above!’

‘I don’t care. It beats digging a hole in the snow.’

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Friday Fictioneers – Commitment

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

Commitment

I know it’s taken me a long time but today, as I meet Carol for lunch at our favourite Chinese restaurant, I have a diamond ring in my pocket. Perhaps commitment won’t feel so restrictive after all.

Carol kisses me, a perfunctory brush of lips. ‘Can we go for a walk before eating?’ she asks. We stroll by the river, quietly companionable.

Carol breaks the silence. ‘Mark, I want marriage and children. You don’t seem to want either. I’m ending our relationship. I hope we can stay friends?’

‘But I love you!’ I gasp.

‘I’m sorry. I’ve met someone else.’

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Friday Fictioneers – Darn Dog!

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) DALE ROGERSON

Darn Dog

Greg hated the basement flat, hated its poky windows, hated that he couldn’t afford somewhere better to live with his beloved Louisa, hated the neighbours in the flat above, with their parties, their hearty greetings, and above all their dog, which left messes on the grass.

One evening, Louisa sighed, ‘That dog misbehaved again today, Greg.’

‘More mess?’

‘Worse than that. It pissed on the window by the woodpile.’

Greg paled.

‘Right. That animal’s history!’

‘Don’t hurt him,’ gasped Louisa.

Greg grabbed his shotgun and stormed out.

There was a shot and howling. Greg crept back.

‘Darn it! I missed.’

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