Friday Fictioneers – No Wonder

I’m still on holiday in Greece, but I can’t resist sneaking some writing time when I should be having a siesta!

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 (the blue frog) on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!

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Photoprompt © Randy Mazie

No Wonder

When Alan and Judith had moved in, shortly after their wedding, they thought it was the most beautiful house they’d ever seen.

They would often eat breakfast on the terrace, exclaiming with delight at the perfume from the roses in their garden. They would comment in wonder that the distant view was always changing.

But Alan neglected the roses, and Judith was too busy with her friends to be house-proud. Alan spent an increasing number of nights away ‘on business’, while Judith consoled herself with gin.

Now the house is boarded up and empty.

No beauty, no delight.

No wonder.

Blue froggy – join the fun!

Friday Fictioneers – Clean shot

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 (the blue frog) on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Clean shot

Of course, I keep my ears open as to what she is doing. Even after our break-up, we still move in the same circles; I can always hear news of her activities.

Today, I wait in the gallery above the lobby of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I should have a clean shot from here. The exultant arches supporting the roof flee my presence, diminishing into the distance just as my joy has done. Why did Laura leave me?

There she is! I ready myself.

Damn! Someone’s blocking my line. Move, you idiot!

He moves.

I squeeze the shutter release.