Friday Fictioneers – Compulsion

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) DAVID STEWART

Compulsion

Go on.

Have a fried egg. Just one won’t kill you.

I glare at the laptop. I must write.

One fried egg and a rasher of bacon.

No!

I write two pages and make coffee.

Two eggs, bacon and a tomato. Tomato’s healthy.

I fight the cravings all day, then go to bed.

Thirty minutes later, I get up.

Bacon. Six rashers under the grill.

Two eggs…I look at the box. There are five eggs. What the heck…I take them all.

My plate is piled high and Cameron, my husband, walks in.

‘Oh, Penny…’

‘I’m sorry, so sorry,’ I weep.

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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!

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.