Friday Fictioneers – Oops!

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 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 © Dale Rogerson


“I won’t have turkey,” said Kate to herself, “in fact, I’ll try and make the day as normal as possible. And I’ll start now by going for a run. Bah! Humbug!”

Snow gleamed and winter sunshine glinted on the icy lake. Despite Brad’s absence, Kate felt her spirits lifting as she ran lightly along the gritted pathway.

She paused, breath steaming, at the bandstand by the water’s edge, and smiled as she remembered Brad playing the saxophone.

Her phone chimed.

“Can’t do Xmas without you. On 14:15 from Delhi. Love, Brad”

“Heavens! Where can I buy turkey on Christmas Eve?”

Inlinkz – click here to join the fun!


What Pegman Saw – The dance of life

“What Pegman saw” is a great weekly challenge based on Google Streetview. Do join in!

Just use the location provided, and write a piece of flash fiction of no more than 150 words. You can read the rules here. You can find today’s location on this page,  from where you can also get the Inlinkz code. This week’s prompt is Taşlıçay, Ağrı, Turkey. Click on the blue frog to read other people’s stories!

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The dance of life

I stand in the square and watch.

Holding hands, bodies proudly erect, young men dance to the harsh, reedy yearning of the qernête and the repetitive, rhythmic throb of the daf. They are Kurds and proud of it. They fly their flags and get into trouble with the police. Some of them may go further; I wouldn’t know – but the smell of trouble clings to them like gun-smoke.

What good will a separate Kurdistan do us? This fertile land, this gateway from east to west, has been overrun by Assyrians, by Romans, by Arabs; even our own countrymen have made war against us. So many overlords. So much bloodshed.

I look over to the mountains, to snowy Ararat towering above. Once, many, many generations ago, my forebears and their flocks danced down that mountain following the slowly receding waters.

Our peaceful dance will live on forever, while nations pass away.