Friday Fictioneers – Might Have Been

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

Might have been

You have a pretty house. Sometimes I imagine I live there.

On Sunday, when your family dress in their best clothes for church, and then afterwards you all sit down together to eat roast chicken, plates heaped high with meat and potatoes and carrots and cabbage and fresh green beans.

On a summer evening, when, gin and tonic in hand, you cuddle Robert in the backyard.

At night, when the ghostly flicker of the TV illuminates the sitting room, and you leave the curtains open as the outside world disappears into shadows.

The things that might have been…

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Friday Fictioneers – The Big Day

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 © Sandra Crook

The Big Day

Angela, four years old, was having fun.

Northern Telecom were having an open day. Daddy had taken her through the wrought iron gates, and a man in uniform had saluted her!

“Is this where you work, Daddy?” she asked, gazing round-eyed at the huge office with its desks and workstations.

Then they’d gone out the back. There was a picnic (with cakes!), and a bouncy castle.

While Daddy was talking, Angela wandered off and stared through the safety barrier at the river.

“Could I squeeze through and paddle?” she wondered.

But Daddy’s strong hands lifted her high.

“Yippee!” she squealed.