Friday Fictioneers – Times Change

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!

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

Times change

Gladys Carpenter, proprietor of “The Copper Kettle”, reserved the table under the tree for her best customers.

For twenty summers, every Friday afternoon from 3 o’clock, the vicar’s wife, the librarian, the doctor’s wife, the dentist’s mistress, and Chloe Butt occupied the table and sipped tea, nibbled cake.

Until one Friday at 2:30 two limousines pulled up, and six elegant passengers disembarked.

“We’ll have that table,” declared Lady Antonia, pointing at the tree.

Chloe Butt was furious. She never came back.

Shortly afterwards, Gladys sold the café.

Nowadays coach parties scoff burgers there, and gleeful children shriek under the tree.

Friday Fictioneers – The Big Day

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!

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

The Big Day

Angela, four years old, was having fun.

Northern Telecom were having an open day. Daddy had taken her through the wrought iron gates, and a man in uniform had saluted her!

“Is this where you work, Daddy?” she asked, gazing round-eyed at the huge office with its desks and workstations.

Then they’d gone out the back. There was a picnic (with cakes!), and a bouncy castle.

While Daddy was talking, Angela wandered off and stared through the safety barrier at the river.

“Could I squeeze through and paddle?” she wondered.

But Daddy’s strong hands lifted her high.

“Yippee!” she squealed.