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. 


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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. 


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Wednesday, 4 September 2019

DISGUISED - 100 word story

Loved this week's Friday Fictioneer's photo prompt. Never the mind the shelves - it was the plant that sparked my imagination.


PHOTO PROMPT © Penny Gadd


DISGUISED

When Xognan was posted to the planet called Earth to study the highest life form he was aghast. The project would swallow nine million xano-years of his life and he regretted signing up with Planet Discovery. He'd only done it because the pay was good.
Xognan wasn't overly happy with the flimsy disguise he'd been given either.
Hey-ho.
Now he sat high on a shelf in what these lifeforms called a 'house'. Fine filaments on Xognan's limbs caught microscopic bacteria to feed on. He nervously relied on the lifeforms to water him.
And he studied their behaviour with undisguised astonishment.




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


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Wednesday, 28 August 2019

PUSHING BOUNDARIES

This week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt led me along the lines of pushing boundaries and made me think about a recent conversation I had with a friend. I think we should all be open about our bodily functions and I've never understood why women are made to feel uncomfortable about things that are a normal part of the reproductive process. I'll be interested to read your thoughts on this baffling issue.



 © Linda Kreger 


PUSHING BOUNDARIES


Mum's menopause made her mad. She complained loudly about hot flushes and stripped off in public.
When anyone looked askance she'd snarl, 'Bloody menopause.'
I asked her to be discreet.
'Hah! Half the population have to endure this. Why the hell are we forced to treat it like a dirty secret?'
'You embarrass everyone.'
'In that case it's time we pushed the boundaries.'
I rolled my eyes. What now?
'We need a campaign to push this out in the open. Women and men have to unite against these ridiculous taboos.'
I fled.
But deep down I knew she was right.


I hope you enjoyed this story and found it thought provoking. I look forward to your comments. 


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Wednesday, 14 August 2019

THE PERFECT BAND NAME - 100 word story

This week's Friday Fictioneers gave us a wrecked tent to work with. This was quite a challenge, but I hope you enjoy my take on it. 


PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields




THE PERFECT BAND NAME


Izi Googled Shakespeare quotes, searching for a band name.
'Sound and Fury'? Too rock.
'Inconstant Moon'? Too clever.
'Live a Little'? Too clichéd.
'Gilded Butterflies'? Too girly.
'Pot of Ale'? Too blokey.
She sighed.
'Bloody cat,' said Izi's mother.
'No. Too gory.'
'That wasn't a suggestion, Isabel. I'm feeding Jean Richardson's bloody cat... again. They're going camping.'
'Why agree to feed her cat if you don't like it?'
'Why, Isabel, it's only neighbourly. Apparently their tent is so fancy they've been practising how to erect it.'
Izi looked out of the window and laughed. It was the perfect band name: 'Demolished'.



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


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Wednesday, 31 July 2019

CASTAWAY - 100 word story

The photo prompt for this week's Friday Fictioneers challenge led me to a deserted island and a stranded young yachtswoman. Never mind the buildings in the picture - it's the seaplane that caught my imagination.

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

CASTAWAY

The interior of the uninhabited island was full of shadows, where the devils in her imagination lurked just beyond an exhalation of breath.
Elizabeth stood on the beach, facing seawards. The sun scattered diamonds over the rippling water. An offshore breeze whickered across her bruised body, lifting her tattered t-shirt.
The yacht lay in the shallows, stern tipped out of the water like a tease. Elizabeth stared at the capsized vessel until she felt dizzy, unable to absorb the impact of her situation.
The tinnitus in her ears coalesced into a roar as the seaplane banked and landed.
Elizabeth blinked.



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


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Wednesday, 10 July 2019

JEAN'S LITTLE HELPER - 100 word story

Hello, I'm back from a trip to Africa and was looking forward to writing some fiction again. This week's Friday Fictioneers gave us a photo of giant plugs. I scribbled down a story, but decided it was a bit predictable, so re-wrote something a little more surprising. Hope you like it.

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

JEAN'S LITTLE HELPER


Jean contemplated the ironing with a sigh.
Her dog yipped. 'What's up?'
'I hate ironing.'
'Take me for a walk.'
'Okay, come on.'
When they returned Jean sat down. She'd start the ironing soon.
'I could help, you know.'
'Don't be ridiculous.'
'You never take me seriously.'
'That's because this conversation is a figment of my imagination.'
The dog sighed.
Jean looked at the ironing pile.
'I could help, you know.'
'Shut up.'
Jean pushed the iron's plug into the socket. There was a small bang.
The dog looked guilty. 'Um... that wasn't supposed to happen.'
Jean stared 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


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