GRANNY SMITH - 100 word story

Here is my 100 word story courtesy of the Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. 


GRANNY SMITH

PHOTO PROMPT © What’s His Name

She said the apple was named after her. 

In return for humongous slabs of apple pie, we children kept her orchard tidy. The rest of the garden was out-of-bounds.

She warned us about the falling-down shed. 

'It's dangerous.' Her roly-poly smile vanished. 'Don't let me catch you in there.'

When rumours started about the falling-down shed I began to notice other oddities, like how Granny Smith licked children's grazed knees before applying antiseptic. 

I got curious.

While she was busy making pies I crept into the falling-down shed. Behind the bath were bundles of curious children's bones.

A footfall sounded.

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Cupboard Love - a 100 word story

Here's my story based on the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers.

Cupboard Love

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The waiter had a Gigolo smile and cheekbones so sharp they could slice bread. Rita checked her creased cleavage.

He returned with coffee.
"Thaaank you.” She jiggled her bosom.

The waiter tensed. Oh, she knew that look!

“Madam is welcome.”

His accent was delectable.

“Your English is good, but I could teach you more. I’m very experienced.” She glanced down suggestively, thus missing the horrified look that swept across the waiter’s face as he fled.

Rita smiled. With patience she'd reel this little fishy in.

And she had some tape left in her closet from the last one.  

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Smoke Screen - A story in 100 words

Here's my story based on the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers.

SMOKE SCREEN

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Sunlight reflected off dust motes as he picked his way along the ripped pavements, searching for clues.

Every night he stifled under the lazy scuff-scuff of a ceiling fan. In this country of gritty realism his own reality seemed nebulous.

Another day, another week. He trailed from embassy to police station. Empty promises. Empty platitudes. Yet, childlike, he grasped at their assurances.

Bewildered, he asked again and again: how can someone vanish so completely?

Ineffectual and trapped by grief, he remained in limbo, waiting for the city to lift its smoke screen and yield the secret of her disappearance.

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Jimmy's World - A story in 100 words

Here's my story based on the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers.

JIMMY'S WORLD

Jimmy blinked, yawned and sat up. Concealed within thick shrubbery, he rose and folded his blanket of newspaper before peering out. His sleeping place must remain secret. Jimmy sported scars to testify the dangers of sleeping in plain view. Unkindness and bounty went hand in hand in this city.

PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford 

Jimmy scuffed his way out of the undergrowth and took up his post opposite Bloomingdales. 

He had found the optimal distance. Close enough to attract the pity of punters and far enough not to attract the wrath of the management.

He adjusted his buttocks on the unyielding sidewalk and waited.







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Touché - A story in 100 words

After a summer break from blogging, I thought I'd get back into the swing of things by joining the Friday Fictioneers, whose stories I've been enjoying for some time.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Ann Hall

Touché

  

Pamela disliked her mother's collections of china and pottery. Shelves groaning with Wade Whimsies were a particular bugbear.

'What do you see in these twee little animal figures?'

'Now, Pammy, look closely at their intricacies.'

Pamela remained unimpressed.

At least the Whimsies were small. The sheer vulgarity of the collection of jardinières appalled her.

'One day you'll love them,' said her mother.

'Never,' said Pamela.

On the day that Pamela picked up the jardinières, courtesy of her mother's will, she found a note inside each one which read: For my darling daughter to learn to love.

Pamela sighed. 'Touché, mother.'

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