Wednesday, 25 November 2020

THE SPRAIN OF DESTINY - 100 word story

I wasn't planning to participate in this week's Friday Fictioneers because I've just bought a new laptop and need a day or two to transfer my files. But then I saw a photo of my foot! Well I couldn't not write a story, could I? And it seemed appropriate to return to some old friends.




The Sprain of Destiny


When Batty Patty sprained her ankle tripping over a Leprechaun's Pot of Gold in her garden she was thrilled.

She cradled the Pot in wonder. This was acknowledgement by the Little Folk that she was a kindred spirit. This was destiny. Why else would they give her this gift?

... ... ... 

Paddy the Leprechaun peeped through Patty's cat flap in alarm. How had this woman even seen his Pot? It was supposed to be invisible to humans! And how the feck would he retrieve it while she was cuddling it?

Damn that gobshite Seamus for hiding Paddy's Pot in a nutjob's garden.




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


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Wednesday, 18 November 2020

HOUSE SHADOWS - 100 word story

 This week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt supplied by Sarah Potter led me down a potentially spooky path.




House shadows



The light drained from the sky like someone opening a vein. Our world turned monochrome. I shivered.

'You okay?' said Robbie.

Shadowy movements in the garden.

'It's just the wind,' said Robbie.

The night thickened with cold.

'They got bears hereabouts?'

Robbie huffed. 'You crazy?'

'Well.'

'We need firewood.' He went outside.

Minutes passed. I finally cracked open the door. 'Robbie?'

A thump.

'Robbie? Are you messing with me?'

A barnacled shadow moved on the edge of vision. I heard saw-toothed voices and slammed the door shut. Heavy footsteps on the deck.

I waited for the door to open.


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


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Wednesday, 11 November 2020

LEST SHE FORGET - 100 word story

My first reaction when I saw this weeks' Friday Fictioneers photo prompt was: oh, I'm not ready to write a Christmas story. But today (the eleventh) is Armistice Day and found I was able to weave a story around both events. 





LEST SHE FORGET




'Not possible.'

'But, Peter...'

'It's November, Annie.'

'But, Peter...' Annie's eye filled with tears.

Peter softened his tone. 'Nothing's ready yet, Annie.'

Annie gulped. 'Just a little bit of holly then?'

'Not for another three weeks.'

Dejected, the old lady left the garden centre.

Peter watched her go. He knew her story. She'd lost her husband many Christmases ago. He understood that putting up Christmas decorations was Annie's way of celebrating his memory, but what could he do? The trees, the holly, the mistletoe: nothing was available yet.

He looked up at his pine tree and had an idea.




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


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Wednesday, 21 October 2020

ARTWORK - 100 word story

This week's Friday Fictioneer's photo prompt didn't give me any immediate inspiration. I left it to my subconscious to get to work and here's the result. 


PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


ARTWORK


She needed to move her latest body. But she was too busy. Who knew running a B&B to supplement her income would take up so much of her precious time?

These current guests were driving her barmy. So bloody demanding. We don't eat gluten. We don't eat dairy. We don't eat fruit.

She laid the breakfast table, muttering curses. Just one more, 'we don't eat...' and they'd end up wrapped in clay.

They ate. They left. Peace at last.

She returned to her latest body of work. Caressed the clay. It was probably her best sculpture yet.



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, 14 October 2020

THE GIFT - 100 word story

 A story for this week's Friday Fictioneers photo leapt out at me. I only hope it's not too predictable! I could have done with a longer word count on this one; you'll have to write the ending yourself. 


PHOTO PROMPT © C.E.Ayr


THE GIFT



They met online.

He said he was 'very solvent with a wicked sense of humour'. She said she was 'adventurous with a sense of the ridiculous'.

Admittedly she was slightly disappointed when they met, but suitably impressed when he wined and dined her in expensive restaurants. She rewarded him by demonstrating her adventurous spirit in the bedroom.

He took her to Cannes. 'I have a gift for you.'

They stood on the jetty. The little yacht was exquisite.

'You shouldn't have,' she purred.

'Like it?'

'Love it.'

'And the basket on the back will come in handy, don't you think?'



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, 7 October 2020

JUST A STORM - 100 word story

This week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt gives us the result of storm damage on what looks like an English pier. This story wrote itself.


PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook


JUST A STORM



They returned in ones and twos.

Angelika turned on them. 'There, now do you get it? Climate change does affect us.'

'It was just a storm, Geli,' said Noddy.

'Not just a storm. Our homes are destroyed. I told you we were too close to the shore.'

The others burbled:

she's right,

not just a storm,

we're doomed...

'We can make repairs,' said Noddy.

Angelika parodied him, 'we can make repairs.' She flicked her tail in disgust.

Noddy looked at her helplessly before rallying. He pointed at the underwater pier structure with his trident. 'Come on, folks. Rebuild time.'



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 September 2020

HEALING IN THE BREW - 100 words

 I couldn't make head nor tail of this week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt, so wrote a story from the perspective of a Leprechaun who's been hitting the homebrew! Hope you like it.


PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin




HEALING IN THE BREW



'It's not a rainbow, you eejit.' Paddy glared at McSpud over his tankard of poitin.

McSpud took a swig from his own tankard. 'I believe you're wrong, Paddy.'

'You've been overdoing the homebrew, m'lad.'

'It's pure cruel you are.' McSpud belched. 'There's healing in this brew.'

'Like feck there is.'

McSpud peered out from their hidey hole. 'Will you look at that. The sun is trying to break it up.' He laced his hands across his rotund tummy, closed his eyes and began to snore.

'Eejit Leprechaun.' Paddy gently pulled McSpud's hat over his face to shield it from the sun.




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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