Friday Fictioneers – Getting Started

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!


Getting started

Arun counted his savings. He borrowed from his grandmother. He sold the gold ring left to him by his grandfather (he didn’t tell his grandmother), and he bought a moped with panniers.

He went to the fish market and bought some fine fish, which he sold door to door. By evening he had fish left, but he was out of pocket. He shrugged and had a fish dinner. Which fish had sold well?

Next day he did better, and the day after better still.

The motorbike only lasted two years – but by then he had a business and a van.

InLinkz – click here to join the fun!

What Pegman Saw – Farewell

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.

WPS - Farewell 191209

Image by melaniejwagar from Pixabay


The dawn sky glows oyster and then shatters as a golden ray of light lances across the land. I start the Harley.

“For you, Namid,” I whisper, and her voice whispers back the lines of poetry she spoke at our first meeting.

Cruising south-west, I take time to notice the lake by which we picnicked, the woods through which we roamed hand in hand. The bike throbs gently. Lakes, trees, kilometres and hours creep past inexorably, like the years of a life.

Fifteen hours after setting out I ride through Cold Lake, down to the water’s edge.

I watch the massed clouds, purple and gold in the evening light.

I remember.

I remember the attacker’s snarling face. I remember savage pain in my belly, ripped as I struggled to protect Namid. I remember her eyes as the knife pierced her chest, her anguished gaze of farewell.

The sun sets.