Friday Fictioneers – Too Far

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) FLEUR LIND

Too far

“I’m setting off now, Jen. Be with you about ten.”

“I wish you’d stay there overnight, Mike.”

“It’s only three hundred miles, love”

“Yes, but you drove down this morning.”

“I’ll be okay.”

Half an hour later and I’m on the Expressway, cruise control set to seventy; no point in collecting a speeding ticket. The setting sun in my rear view mirror is dazzling.  

I yawn.

The traffic isn’t heavy and I go steadily.

Into the last fifty miles now, on a single carriageway. Soon be home with Jenny!

Headlights dazzle me. What the heck? That lorry’s on the wrong…

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Friday Fictioneers – The Boat Race

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!

FF - old shoes with cobwebs 170920

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter

On some mornings opalescent mist wreathed the river, beautiful enough to tempt my girlfriend Linda to watch my training. Other mornings were cold, wet and windy. Every day, though, the training was hell, tugging the oars until we were physically sick.

The work in the gym was worse. Our exertions were relentlessly analysed, to decide who would race and who wouldn’t. I strove until my body spasmed with unbearable cramps.

“Not bad,” said the coach.

Last Saturday I found the trainers I’d worn, covered in cobwebs. I smiled and sighed. I’d raced and we’d won; but Linda had left me.