Friday Fictioneers – Oops!

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story 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!

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Photo prompt © Dale Rogerson

Oops!

“I won’t have turkey,” said Kate to herself, “in fact, I’ll try and make the day as normal as possible. And I’ll start now by going for a run. Bah! Humbug!”

Snow gleamed and winter sunshine glinted on the icy lake. Despite Brad’s absence, Kate felt her spirits lifting as she ran lightly along the gritted pathway.

She paused, breath steaming, at the bandstand by the water’s edge, and smiled as she remembered Brad playing the saxophone.

Her phone chimed.

“Can’t do Xmas without you. On 14:15 from Delhi. Love, Brad”

“Heavens! Where can I buy turkey on Christmas Eve?”

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Friday Fictioneers – Last Rites

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 © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Last Rites

“Why does Grandfather Tree have to be chopped down, Mom?”

“It’s a sick tree, Chuck. It will die soon. If we left it, other trees would get sick too.”

“Poor tree. Does it know it’s sick, Mom?”

“I don’t know, poppet. Do you think trees feel things?”

Chuck stuffed his fingers in his mouth and nodded his head vigorously. Dad raised the chain saw.

“Wait a minute,” yelled Chuck, and pelted up the grassy slope to the house. A short while later he was back with Christmas decorations that he hung on the doomed tree.

“Bye-bye, Grandfather Tree. We’re sorry.”