Friday Fictioneers – At first sight

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

At first sight

Standing at the grave-side with my children, I remember a shop on Down Island.

The window held an intriguing mixture of objects; stained glass fairies; crystals; natural remedies; and some brightly patterned kaftans.

Inside, the place smelled euphoric. The man behind the counter was smiling and humming.

“I like those kaftans. Could I try one, please?”

He glanced at his watch.

“Heavens! It’s quarter past one. Sorry, we’re closed. Open again tomorrow morning. It’s Beltane, you see.”

My face fell.

“Come with me,” he suddenly said. “There’ll be some great vegetarian food!”

Forty years we were together.

Goodbye, my love.

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What Pegman Saw – Bad Trip

“What Pegman saw” is a weekly challenge based on Google Streetview. You can read the rules here. You can find today’s location on this page,  from where you can also get the Inlinkz code.

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Image by Dimitris Vetsikas from Pixabay

Bad Trip

He had a few minutes before his rendezvous with Kathy. Half-concealed in an alley, Simon lit up. While the Bruges authorities tolerated small quantities of cannabis, they came down hard on people who smoked in public. He inhaled and felt the world slow down, the chill of the early morning recede under the caress of the April sunshine.

The carillon of the Belfry chimed the hour. Ten o’clock. He smiled, took one last drag, and ground the joint underfoot. He took a deep breath of the crisp air, blinking at the sudden dizziness. Strong stuff, this Belgian weed.

As he wandered towards Chocolatier Dumon to meet Kathy, he realised he was staggering. It was hot; he was sweating.

A woman approached him.

“Are you okay?” she asked

“Fine,” he slurred, through chattering teeth.

He felt a clattering of bells, and smoke sounding like burning rubber.

Slowly, he slumped to the ground.