Friday Fictioneers – A Boat Trip

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

The boat trip

I snooped. I confess it. Was Marcus going on the boat trip? I get sea-sick and I wasn’t going to risk it if there was no hope of even a brief time together.

I followed him on board. But, oh dear, it was so windy, and the waves were choppy. Marcus leaned against the rail taking endless photographs.

‘Gosh, it’s breezy!’ I said.

‘Is it? I suppose it is.’

‘Do you fancy a coffee to warm up?’

His eyes focussed on me. He smiled, a friendly smile.

‘I’d enjoy that,’ he replied.

I swallowed, hard. Please, not seasickness – not now!

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Friday Fictioneers – A hearty breakfast

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

A hearty breakfast

The delicious smell of frying bacon insinuated itself into Hank’s dream. He half-smiled, then grimaced as the pain of his bruised jaw woke him up. The light came on and Roberto, the less brutal of his guards, approached with a tray.

He set it down in front of Hank. Bacon, sausage, mushrooms, eggs, beans, toast and coffee.

“What’s up?”

“Your ransom hasn’t been paid.”

“So? – Hey, is this for me?”

“Sure.”

Hank tried one of the fried eggs.

“Perfect!”

“We’re gonna shoot you when you’ve finished. You know what they say: “The condemned man…”

Suddenly, Hank wasn’t hungry any more.

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Friday Fictioneers – Plato’s Cave

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 © ROCHELLE WISOFF-FIELDS

Plato’s Cave

The first thing he saw on waking was the face on the screen. It was motherly, comforting, with just the right amount of concern.

“Rise and shine, Sam. Would you like a drink?”

“Coffee, please.”

As Sam climbed out of bed, the picture changed.

‘Looks nasty,’ he thought, watching rioters in Philadelphia – or was it Miami?

He picked up the coffee.

“Careful – it’s hot,” warned the screen.

After breakfast, he stepped to the door of his apartment.

“Forty-one minutes until work sign-in,” the screen advised.

Maybe he wouldn’t go out; too much rioting.

He sat at his desk and signed-in.

Friday Fictioneers – The Blues

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

The Blues

‘The blues’ they call it, and I can understand why.

In the pre-dawn light of a dull March morning, with drizzle coalescing on the windows, nearby houses loom, shapeless, out of the blue-grey mist.

I boil a kettle for coffee. Did I really used to grind beans fresh every morning?

I suppose I’d better wash the plate that I used for my microwave dinner last night.

No. That can wait until after coffee.

Perhaps I’ll feel better when spring finally arrives. Gerald’s plant looks cheerful enough.

It’s nearly a year now since he died.

I wish I could join him.