Wednesday, 17 January 2018

DERELICT - 100 word story

This week's photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers got me thinking. Didn't we all love fairgrounds as children? But what happens when a naughty child can't visit the fairground? Why, she'll use her imagination instead...


PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll




DERELICT

'I hate you!' Sophie punched her sister.
'That's it! You're grounded,' said her mother. 'No fairground visit.'
Sophie raged and fled to the scrapyard. She spotted a derelict car. The driver's door handle clicked open. She climbed in. The interior smelt of urine. Sophie wrinkled her nose.
Hidden under newspapers, Manny lay asleep on the back seat.
Sophie clutched the steering wheel. ‘Brm brm.’
Manny woke.
A kid was in his car? Something stirred in Manny.
Sophie bounced, pretending to drive. Who needed stupid fairground cars anyway?
Manny slowly sat up.
Filled with sparkling daydreams, Sophie accelerated into the unknown.




I hope you enjoyed my story and I look forward to reading your comments. 

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Wednesday, 10 January 2018

BITER BIT - 100 Words

As soon as I saw the photo prompt for this week's Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge I thought of the famous quote:

'Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive'.

This story is adapted from a true experience in Namibia. 


PHOTO PROMPT © Victor and Sarah Potter


BITER BIT

The gorge was flanked by cliffs layered like flaky pastry. I lifted my camera.
'I'll stand here, for perspective, Katy.' Ben posed. 
He looked magnificent. Although I’d cut my throat before I told the vain git.
Further along we found a snake curled asleep.
'Wow! Take our picture.' Ben stepped forwards, turned and posed.
The snake slid away.
'Uh, Ben? Don’t move. It’s a cobra.'
Ben froze. 'You kidding?'
'No, mate. Hold still. Movement might trigger a strike.'
Gleefully I photographed Ben’s beautiful, terrified face.
His expression changed. 'Uh, Katy? There's another one right behind you.'



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Wednesday, 13 December 2017

LEANING ON A LAMP-POST - 100 word story

As soon as I saw this photo prompt for the Friday Fictioneers I thought about the George Formby song: I'm Leaning on a Lamp-post, which made me start to think...

Do let me know if you enjoy the resulting story.


Photo Prompt: Sandra Crook



LEANING ON A LAMP-POST

Eddie leant on the lamp-post opposite the park bench so that he’d see her passing by. If she was unattractive he'd ditch his rose and skedaddle.
A beautiful woman sashayed towards the bench. She was carrying a matching rose. Eddie's heart leapt. Should he wave?
He looked down, controlled a giggle and swiped his sweaty palms on his thighs. Be cool and sophisticated. Let her do the work. He took a breath, composed the sexy smile he’d been practising and looked up. 
Her rose lay abandoned on the bench.
Incredulous, Eddie smoothed his comb-over as he watched her retreating back.



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Wednesday, 6 December 2017

LAST LAUGH - A 100 word story

The Friday Fictioneers photo prompt this week made me think about the potential dangers of ice in all its forms.




PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson




LAST LAUGH


The glacier oozed like discoloured toothpaste from mountains topped with snow like crumpled bedlinen.
With Andy droning on about “moraines”, we climbed up beside the glacier before stepping onto the jagged ice. 'Glacier formation is fascinating.'
'Yeah.' I yawned.
Andy found a minty-blue ice cave. 'Come and look at these stalactites.'
'They're icicles, not stalactites. And I'm not entering a cave that could collapse without warning.'
'You think icicles are dangerous?' Sarcasm splintered his laugh.
With an ear-shattering boom ice pinnacles lifted and toppled.
Andy squealed and leapt clear as the glacier swallowed the cave.
I returned his sarcastic laugh.



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Wednesday, 29 November 2017

GRANNY SMITH - 100 word story

Here is my 100 word story courtesy of the Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. 


GRANNY SMITH


PHOTO PROMPT © What’s His Name



She said the apple was named after her. 
In return for humongous slabs of apple pie, we children kept her orchard tidy. The rest of the garden was out-of-bounds.
She warned us about the falling-down shed. 
'It's dangerous.' Her roly-poly smile vanished. 'Don't let me catch you in there.'
When rumours started about the falling-down shed I began to notice other oddities, like how Granny Smith licked children's grazed knees before applying antiseptic. 
I got curious.
While she was busy making pies I crept into the falling-down shed. Behind the bath were bundles of curious children's bones.
A footfall sounded.




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Wednesday, 22 November 2017

Cupboard Love - a 100 word story

Here's my story based on the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers.



Cupboard Love


PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields



The waiter had a Gigolo smile and cheekbones so sharp they could slice bread. Rita checked her creased cleavage.
He returned with coffee.
"Thaaank you.” She jiggled her bosom.
The waiter tensed. Oh, she knew that look!
“Madam is welcome.”
His accent was delectable.
“Your English is good, but I could teach you more. I’m very experienced.” She glanced down suggestively, thus missing the horrified look that swept across the waiter’s face as he fled.
Rita smiled. With patience she'd reel this little fishy in.
And she had some tape left in her closet from the last one.  


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Wednesday, 15 November 2017

Smoke Screen - A story in 100 words

Here's my story based on the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers.



SMOKE SCREEN


PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
Sunlight reflected off dust motes as he picked his way along the ripped pavements, searching for clues.

Every night he stifled under the lazy scuff-scuff of a ceiling fan. In this country of gritty realism his own reality seemed nebulous.

Another day, another week. He trailed from embassy to police station. Empty promises. Empty platitudes. Yet, childlike, he grasped at their assurances.
Bewildered, he asked again and again: how can someone vanish so completely?

Ineffectual and trapped by grief, he remained in limbo, waiting for the city to lift its smoke screen and yield the secret of her disappearance.


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