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. 


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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. 

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.