Friday Fictioneers – Resolution

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story 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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© Dale Rogerson

Resolution

Lean as a hungry wolf, he loped through frosty streets towards the dojo, trainers scuffing against the pavement. He remembered his mother as she was before she killed herself. His steaming breath hissed through clenched teeth.

As he ran beneath the floodlights of the basketball pitch, a friend hailed him, “Hey, Connor, fancy a beer?”

Without breaking stride he shook his head, swerved off the road into the shadows between the trees and accelerated.

Every step stoked his determination, built his strength. He was nearly ready. Soon he would make his mother’s abuser pay. He would kill his father.

 

 

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!

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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.