Wednesday, 12 September 2018

PLAYTIME - 100 word story

I didn't want to write an obvious 'clock' theme, so I've used the Friday Fictioneers photo prompt this week to open my story instead.



PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll


PLAYTIME

Reggie woke before his special clock sounded the hour. He chuckled. Silly really, but waking unassisted felt good.
His jauntiness faltered as the eczema in his groin flared. It took effort not to scratch.
He bought a newspaper and sat facing the adventure playground. The background noise of children playing delighted him.
Shouts interrupted Reggie’s reading. '…disgusting… bastard… paedo…'
He looked up. 
A young woman was yelling at him. '...think I don’t know what you’re doing under that paper? I’m calling the police, you filth.'
Stupid mistake! He knew his time was up.
'No, it’s my eczema,' Reggie whispered, mortified.



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, 5 September 2018

MRS H'S GUEST HOUSE - 100 word story

Moonlight conjures many ideas so I was pleased to see this week's photo prompt from the Friday Fictioneers. 
Here's my take on a classic:


PHOTO PROMPT © Gah Learner


MRS H'S GUEST HOUSE

When Jenny started howling at the moon my world altered.
A deep growl had woken me: a dissonance that stretched and elongated into a full blow howl. It filled the empty spaces in the house and it was coming from Jenny's room. This really wouldn't do.
'I can't have you disturbing other guests,' I said.
Jenny bared her teeth.
When I went to close the curtains against the bothersome glare of the full moon, I saw Jenny loping across the lawn. She stopped and stared at me.
I joined her and we threw back our heads to howl in the moonlight.





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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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, 15 August 2018

RUTHIE - 100 word story

'What a photo!' was my first thought about his week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. There was only one way for me to go with it...


PHOTO PROMPT © Yvette Prior



RUTHIE

'Why do you always argue?' Ruthie slumped, plucking at her bandaged throat.
'Because I care,' said Raymond.
'I'm fresh out of hospital and fresh out of smokes.' Ruthie pouted. 'And where's my whiskey? Did you drink it?'
'Don't be ridiculous.'
'Pleeese, mate.'
'I'm not going to help you commit suicide.'
'Stop being melodramatic. Pleeese, Raymond. I neeed my babies.'
'Don't ask me to do this.'
'PLEEESE.' Ruthie began to tear the bandage.
'Jesus, Ruthie.' Raymond threw a packet of cigarettes down.
She scrabbled for a lighter.
Raymond found the whiskey.
'Thanks, mate.'
He stared at her. 'Knock yourself out, Ruthie.'





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, 8 August 2018

KEEPING IT CLEAN - 100 word story

It's Friday Fictioneers time again. I love the window boxes in the photo prompt, but how to weave a story around them was quite a challenge.


Photo prompt  © Ronda Del Boccio




KEEPING IT CLEAN


Sheila tapped the soap three times and washed her hands. Tapped twice, washed her hands. Tapped once more and washed her hands.
She contemplated her new, empty window boxes. So sleek. So pristine. So beautiful. But what could she plant?
Flowers were a definite no. Too much mess.
Something green? Something simple? Something clean? Oh, yes.
She had an idea.
An hour later the boxes were filled.
With a tentative finger, Sheila stroked a blade of grass.
Damn!
Sheila tapped the soap three times and washed her hands. Tapped twice, washed her hands. Tapped once more and washed her hands.





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, 1 August 2018

PLAIN SIGHT - 100 word story

After a short summer break I looked at this week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt and came up with this little story. Is Willie harmless or sinister? You decide.


Sandra Crook


PLAIN SIGHT

When Willie nearly burnt his house down, Jane took him in. His foibles were mostly manageable, but when Willie built a stack of broken terracotta and kindling, Jane got annoyed.
'You've created an eyesore, Dad.'
'Now then, Jane lass. Where else can they hide?'
'And just who are they?'
'Hush, lass, someone might hear.' He leaned towards his daughter. 'My stack allows them to hide in plain sight.'
Jane gave up. 'Alright, but no lighting fires.'
Willie crouched in front of the pallets. 'Alright lads,' he whispered. 'She hasn't caught on.'
The stack shivered and crackled in reply.
Willie chuckled.



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, 27 June 2018

VERY SUPERSTITIOUS - 100 word story

This week's Friday Fictioneers picture of a music room gave me an idea. Let me know what you think.


PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields



VERY SUPERSTITIOUS!

Hey, cool room. 
How am I doing? Writing’s on the wall.
I’m not very superstitious, but the baby broke a mirror. Thirteen months old and now she chokes on boiled eggs.
I put new shoes on the table and stepped in doggie-do.
A black cat crossed me. Tripped and landed on my tush.
Annie spilt salt. Her cooking ain’t worth Jack Shit now!
I wish I didn’t believe in things I don’t understand…
Anyway, how’s your song writing? 
Seriously? 
Well, stroke my rabbit’s foot and give it a catchy tune because a hit song about superstition would be a wonder, Stevie.




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, 13 June 2018

JUST A BIRD - 100 word story

This week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt of a bird at the window (a partridge, I think) prompted a story about our interactions with wildlife.



PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays



JUST A BIRD

The little girl looked at the bird.
The bird looked at the little girl.
'Hey, bird.'
....
The drought was sapping her strength. The humans had food. And she needed to feed her slowly starving chicks.
She stared at the child, willing her to understand.
....
Maddie gazed at the bird and frowned. It looked skinny. She picked up her father's jar of fishing worms and gently tipped some of the contents onto the window sill.
'Thank you,' said the bird.
'You're welcome,' said Maddie.
Her mother called from another room. 'Who are you talking to, Maddie?'
'Just a bird.'


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.