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


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


- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page.


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Wednesday, 29 May 2019

OFF THE TOURIST TRAIL - 100 word story

Lovely surprise this morning when I saw that Rochelle had chosen one of my photos for this week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. After last week's humorous story, I went dark with this little re-write.




OFF THE TOURIST TRAIL


Bradley sat in the boat, congratulating himself for his adventurous decision.
“Welcome!” Sami led Bradley off the beach. “Hungry?” Sami gave him some meat.
“What is this?”
“Pork.”
“Tastes different.”
“We breed special pigs.”
… … …

Bradley woke disoriented. He could hear muffled thuds and wandered towards the sounds.
Whispers, whimpers and a stink of blood and fear. The machete glinted as it sliced through the pale limbs.
Women tossed portions into a bubbling pot. Bradley vomited.
Up in the coconut palm Sami got on his phone. “Send more tourists – we only have one left.”



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

I will be away vagabonding in June. See you when I return in July.

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 


- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page.


On a final note - I always try to visit the blogs of everyone who comments on mine. If I haven't commented on yours it's either because I haven't been redirected to your blog when I've clicked on your name or because you have a wordpress account that requires me to sign into wordpress first. 
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Wednesday, 22 May 2019

NOT SO SWEET REVENGE - 100 word story

I looked at this week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt and remembered that many years ago I wrote a story about a donkey. I never expected to use it again in a re-write which just goes to show: never throw away your old stories.


PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll


NOT SO SWEET REVENGE

Pablito suffered a miserable life in servitude to Manolo, the meanest man in Murcia.
In the almond groves Manolo harvested nuts, tasting as he worked. Pablito endured the searing sun.
Suddenly Manolo started choking. Pablito watched his nemesis make horrible strangling noises, turn purple and collapse.
The donkey was free. Years of pent-up animosity released themselves in an almighty kick to Manolo’s back.
The almond shot out of Manolo’s throat, ricocheted off a tree and hit Pablito between the eyes.
Manolo bounced back to life.
“Ooooh shiiiiit,” brayed Pablito - which sounded to human ears like a demented heeee-haaaaaaw.



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

I will be away vagabonding in June. See you when I return in July.

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 


- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page.


On a final note - I always try to visit the blogs of everyone who comments on mine. If I haven't commented on yours it's either because I haven't been redirected to your blog when I've clicked on your name or because you have a wordpress account that requires me to sign into wordpress first. 
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Wednesday, 15 May 2019

DADDY'S GIRL: 100 word story

This week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt led me to think about parents' aspirations and how childhood fears can block those aspirations. I'd be interested to hear your opinion.



PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields



DADDY'S GIRL

Daddy was an Olympic swimmer. Not a gold winner, but a good swimmer.
He was competitive for his daughter. He took her to the pool and carried her, screaming, into the water.
Daddy despaired and then got mad. The daughter despaired and then got sad. He tried enticement, but her fear of failure blocked his efforts.
She grew up knowing she wasn't good enough for him.
After he died she conquered her fears and learned to swim. She would never be an Olympic swimmer, but wasn't finally being able to swim enough? 
Wouldn't Daddy finally be proud of her?






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 

- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page.


On a final note - I always try to visit the blogs of everyone who comments on mine. If I haven't commented on yours it's either because I haven't been redirected to your blog when I've clicked on your name or because you have a wordpress account that requires me to sign into wordpress first. 
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Wednesday, 17 April 2019

GHOSTHUNTERS - 100 word story

This week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt gave me ghostly thoughts. Hope you like the story.



PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson


GHOSTHUNTERS

Amy noticed a pale, attractive man in the hotel lobby. “Are you with the Ghosthunters?”
“Do I look like a nut-job?”
Amy laughed, embarrassed. “Who really believes in ghosts?”
At midnight the Ghosthunters walked the cold streets.
Suddenly a woman whimpered and pointed.
A thrilled Amy saw nothing.
“See any ghosts?” said Lobby Man later.
“Not yet.”
“You'll try the park?”
“How did you know?”
“It's my regular haunt.”
“Hah, good joke.” Amy prodded his arm, but her finger passed through it.
White-faced, she checked out and fled.
Who really believes in ghosts?


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 

- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page.


On a final note - I always try to visit the blogs of everyone who comments on mine. If I haven't commented on yours it's either because I haven't been redirected to your blog when I've clicked on your name or because you have a wordpress account that requires me to sign into wordpress first. 
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Wednesday, 3 April 2019

THE PHOTOGRAPHER - 100 word story

This week's Friday Fictioneers photo led me to revisit and rewrite an old story. Hope you like it.



PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio


THE PHOTOGRAPHER


She trudged into the forest with her camera bags.
Up ahead, the stench of an unidentifiable carcass. Twilight upon her, she swiftly set up her shots.
A hyena yipped.
Excellent!
A photograph of a hyena scavenging on the carrion would be amazing. But twilight yielded to darkness. Damn! Too late. She left.
When, minutes later she smelt the familiar stench, she realised she had walked a circle.
Unseen in the murk, the hyena yipped again.
A lone hyena wasn’t a threat; they only attacked live prey that was hurt or vulnerable.
The hyena giggled softly as the night engulfed her.



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 

- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page.


On a final note - I always try to visit the blogs of everyone who comments on mine. If I haven't commented on yours it's either because I haven't been able to find your blog when I've clicked on your name or because you have a wordpress account that requires me to sign in first. 



Wednesday, 20 March 2019

ANTICIPATION - 100 word story

This week's photo reminded me of my own childhood fairground experiences. In England we call this ride a Big Wheel. I have only ridden the Big Wheel once!


PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson


ANTICIPATION


Phoebe was no more than knee high to a hedgehog the first time she went to the annual funfair. When she saw the Big Wheel she squealed in excitement.
'You're too small, Poppet.'
Phoebe was devastated. 'When, Daddy?'
'When you reach my armpit.'
Every year Phoebe measured herself to no avail until the glorious day arrived.
She climbed into the Big Wheel car with her daddy. At last!
They rose higher and higher. Phoebe screamed in delight. The car reached the peak and began to drop. Phoebe's stomach somersaulted.
'Daaa-ddd-yyy!'
'Noooo!' he yelled as Phoebe projectile vomited all over 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 

- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page.


On a final note - I always try to visit the blogs of everyone who comments on mine. If I haven't commented on yours it's either because I haven't been able to find your blog when I've clicked on your name or because you have a wordpress account that requires me to sign in first.