Wednesday, 4 December 2019

WATCH ME - 100 word story

As well as bringing back fascinating memories of times spent travelling around Asia, this week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt also made me cast my mind back to when I decided to give up my London life and move to Spain in order to get to know a man I'd met there. Everyone said: you can't do that. I said: watch me.
Reader - I married him.


PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria



WATCH ME


Jen took a window seat, wrestled her rucksack onto the floor and settled back with a happy sigh. Backpacking at fifty. Living the dream. Now or never!
She had left behind two perplexed children and a mundane marriage.
Everyone said, 'you can't do that.'
Jen said, 'watch me.'
'You can't just leave,' they said. 'And besides, Asia is dangerous for women travellers.'
'Hah! Watch me,' she said.
Jen swivelled in her seat, back to the window, and took a selfie. She'd upload it later when she found a wifi signal.
All her photos carried the same slogan: Watch Me!


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


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Wednesday, 27 November 2019

Round and Round in Circles - 100 word story

This week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt made me decide to tell you a story about someone who is physically and mentally going around in circles.


PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr


Round and Round in Circles


Another day, another week. He trailed in circles from embassy to police station. Empty promises. Empty platitudes. Yet, childlike, he grasped at their assurances.
Searching for clues, he picked his way along ripped pavements. A street-food stall emitted enticing aromas strong enough to mask the pungent drains. A beggar whimpered, as limp with defeat as he.
And every night he stifled beneath a mosquito net, listening to the scuff-scuff of a rusty fan.
Bewildered, he asked again and again: how can someone vanish so completely?
Trapped by despair he waited for the city to yield the secret of her disappearance.



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


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Wednesday, 20 November 2019

FISTICUFFS - 100 word story

It took me a little while to come up with a story for this week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. I finally got there after a couple of false starts.


PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll


FISTICUFFS

Stephanie scowled as the coffin was lowered.
Afterwards she and her cousins agreed that their Great Aunt wouldn't be mourned.
'She hated Stephanie the most,' said one spitefully.
'At least our fights were honest. I didn't suck up to her like you lot.'
'You won't see a penny,' said another.
'Who cares? I'll have my integrity.'
The cousins laughed until they saw the will. The old battleaxe had left everything to an astounded Stephanie.
'That'll teach them,' chuckled Stephanie.
She went to the lock-up to claim her inheritance. Her aunt had bequeathed her a flat pack Punch and Judy show.



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


If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories, you can find them listed HERE


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Wednesday, 30 October 2019

REDUNDANCY - 100 word story

This week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt made me think about preparing to go out to work. But what if your usual work pattern is changed against your will?


PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria



REDUNDANCY


The day Roger faced redundancy he panicked. How could he tell his wife? He was sixty. Unemployable. How would they survive?
The following day he picked up the lunch his wife always made for him and 'went to work'.
Paralysed by shame, Roger continued the pattern.
Three months later he found his lunch containers empty. Roger sank into a chair, head in hands.
'Why didn't you tell me?' said his wife.
Roger groaned.
'Silly man, we'll be fine. You're going to work in the business I started last year.'
Roger looked at his wife in astonishment. She winked at him.



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


If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories, you can find them listed HERE


If you'd like to join in the challenge, you'll find all the information posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 


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Wednesday, 23 October 2019

NEMESIS - 100 word story

Hello, I'm still away, but now have a little more time to write again. This week's Friday Fictioneers led me down a path of what might happen when someone remains caught up in the thrall of another.



PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays





NEMESIS

It was a curl up on the sofa sort of day.
Janet scrolled through facebook posts, frowning.
Rhonda. Her nemesis. Photos of Rhonda's gorgeous new boyfriend, their fantabulous holiday, swaying palms, sunset cocktails.
A black cloud of depression descended.
For thirty years Janet had tagged behind Rhonda like a helpless puppy in the hope that some of Rhonda's stardust might land on her. And she remained helpless in the grip of that awful, charismatic woman.
Helpless?
Janet's depression and lack of self worth sparked a murderous anger.
She pulled out her sewing basket and began to construct an effigy.



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


If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories, you can find them listed HERE


If you'd like to join in the challenge, you'll find all the information posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 


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Wednesday, 25 September 2019

AFTERLIFE - 100 word story

The Friday Fictioneers photo of people queuing in the rain prompted me to revisit and rewrite one of my old stories...


PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda





AFTERLIFE


The last thing Bert remembered was his scolding wife.
Now he was queueing, in the rain!
Who knew?

'Morning, Bert. Name's Austin. How d’you want to return?'
'Return?'
'This new to you?'
'Course it's new...' Bert paused in astonishment.
'Ah! This is my fourth death. What’s it to be: guy or gal? I tried womanhood in 1840. Spent a miserable life in domestic service.'
‘This is so sudden.’
‘That’s death for you, Bert. Male or female?’
Images of his wife snarling over monthly unmentionables, childbirth and menopause flashed.
‘Male please,’ said Bert.
‘Good choice,’ said Austin.


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


If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories, you can find them listed HERE


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Wednesday, 11 September 2019

SUNNYVIEW CARE HOME - 100 word story

The book and glasses offered for this week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt triggered a return to a story I wrote some years ago. Here's my re-write.


PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr



SUNNYVIEW CARE HOME


“He’s dropped his trousers again,” someone shouted.
Lillian sighed.
Alfie blocked the television, bare-arsed. Elderly ladies fussed and clucked. Jany came running.
“He’s gone doo-lally,” said Lillian.
Jany pulled Alfie’s pants up. He shuffled sideways like a startled crab.
“Keep still before you fall and break a hip,” said Lillian.
Alfie whimpered.
“Hush, Lillian. You’re scaring him.”

Why am I here? thought Jany, irritation mingled with compassion.
Why am I here? thought Alfie, confusion mingled with fear.
Why am I here? Lillian's anger with her husband mingled with despair.

And Alfie's book sat like an accusation.




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


If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories, you can find them listed HERE


If you'd like to join in the challenge, you'll find all the information posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 


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