Pen

(100-word flash fiction)

She grabbed the red-ink pen as though it was a dagger.

The blank, white page looked like a virgin, innocent and waiting.

When she put pen to paper, words flowed as though blood were pouring from her fingers. Her mother’s words were dim in her memory, “words can heal or they can kill.”

She didn’t care. For her these words were like a vicious blood clot, cutting off supply to her life, choking, almost killing her. Blood had to be let.

And hand delivered.

She drove to his house. Outside, there was an open ambulance with a covered body inside.

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Glad to be back writing for the Friday Fictioneers orchestrated by the lovely Rochelle. I think I got on the bandwagon a bit early this week 🙂

Photo-prompt below –

PHOTO PROMPT © Claire Sheldon

The rest of the FF stories can be found here.

Tunnel

(100-word flash fiction)

The train had entered a tunnel and quite inexplicably the lights had gone out. When they had emerged into the daylight, there he had been, sitting opposite her. Quite inexplicably her heart had fluttered. At the magic of it. His sudden appearance or the meeting of their eyes, she wasn’t sure.

He had smiled, as though looking knowingly into her heart.

Twenty years of togetherness had ensued.

Now, after the funeral, looking up at his smiling photo, it seems as though he is still looking deep into her heart, past the grief, and saying, “the magic will always be there.”

~~~

Getting a bit sentimental this week for the Friday Fictioneers fix. 🙂

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

Prison

(100-word flash fiction)

His arms had been the bridge from her tormented world to his – calm, soothing, secure.  She had dived into his open, welcoming heart, as though rushing in from a raging blizzard into a warm home.

Together they had sailed, on new adventures, like jubilant, freed prisoners.

She didn’t know then that life is always a prison.

Now, all she feels is submergence.

Cold, suffocating waters of indifference press into her mind, nostrils, lungs. Sobs sit heavy-footed on her chest like tons of water. Words claw with shark teeth at her throat to break free.

Maybe, fire is the escape.

~~~

Life’s a bitch sometimes, (I do have great respect for the female of the canine species 🙂 but it sounds compelling somehow 😀 ) because it keeps me away from joining the fun at the weekly gathering of the eclectic group called Friday Fictioneers, all shepherded lovingly by the lovely Rochelle.

This week’s photo prompt –

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

 

The whirr of wheels

(100-word flash fiction)

She awoke to the whirring of wheels. And the squeals of children’s laughter.

First it was her brother’s bicycle, old and tired, whirring as though gasping for breath. Then, the brazen brassiness of her cousin’s brand new bike.

The thin, tinny whirr surely was the postman. Followed soon by Lassie’s bark, as she thudded across the grass, brave and annoyed.

Her own bike, with no whirr, just a bumpy clack-clack.

Then, the firecracker crack of the collision.

She heard all that just as clearly as she had heard them twenty years ago.

They were the last sounds she had heard.

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Today’s photo prompt is so intriguing, maybe because I like shadows, but strangely enough no story presented itself. I had to wrest something from the Muse who, I think, does not wish to be disturbed in its musing. But here it is, the weekly flash fiction fix orchestrated by the indomitable Rochelle. If only all addictions were just as pleasant and good for health 🙂

Photo prompt –

PHOTO PROMPT © Jellico’s Stationhouse

The box

(100-word flash fiction)

She hovered over the harbour. Like a benign wind fairy. Charlie, her creator, had painted the sky and clouds on her.

A large metal contraption that had been gliding over the water had stopped next to the unmoving land.

She zoomed in closer. The contraption spat out a pathway and then boxes after boxes started swaying at the tip of a large metal arm.

Then, right before her sensor, a box broke loose from the arm and fell.

It landed on the land and split open. Her camera went berserk as she recorded bodies, piled on top of each other.

~~~

Continuing my fascination of looking at the world through the eyes of non-humans. This time it’s a drone (in case you were wondering 🙂 ) But couldn’t get much emotion in because I used up all the words in descriptions 😦

Nevertheless, I enjoy being part of the weekly meetup of fellow Friday Flash Fictioneers (ha! too many Fs 😀 ). All of us being shepherded by the fabulous Rochelle, who, unfortunately, is not addicted to fuchsia 😦

Note to Blogger bloggers – if I don’t comment on your posts, it’s because it’s too time-consuming to go through all the verification steps. But I do enjoy your posts 🙂

This week’s photo prompt –

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

Nightmare

(100-word flash fiction)

She awakes feeling as though lying on a bed of nails. Needles of pain highway through her body.

A terrible thirst assails her. Strangely, the bedside bottle of water is missing.

She barefoots towards the kitchen. The floor feels shockingly grimy to the clean-freak spinster she is.

The remnants of a meal still sit on the dining table, but alarmingly the setting is for two. She never received visitors.

Feeling faint with dread, she trudges back to bed.

The usually undisturbed other side of the bed looks tousled and slept in.

Sleeping on her side of the bed is. Herself.

~~~

Just the other day I was thinking that it’s about time I wrote a horror story. Not a genre I know much about as I don’t read or watch horror. So, here’s my humble first attempt 🙂

To read the boss lady and all of her minions’ stories 🙂 please head over to Rochelle’s page and follow the Froggy link.

Photo prompt –

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

The Dance

THE DANCE

I wake up to dancing dappled sunlight.

The sky has forgotten
last night’s thunderstorm.
But not the mother bird
whose nest has fallen.

Yet seeds will sprout at that spot
among the knitted twigs
and broken egg shells.

Life moves from form to form.

I only need to sit back and
watch the play of illusions.

Like the playful sunbeams
dancing gaily on my face.

The hands

(100-word flash fiction)

“I am dizzy with going round and round,” the minute hand says to the hour hand, sitting comfortably close on 12.

The second hand (just crossing 11) overhears while lurching towards them.

“DIZ-ZY? FUN-NY-YOU-SAY-THAT,” it staccatos, lurching away.

“I wish this darn thing would stop.” Unfazed, Minute continues its rant.

“Time seems very important to humans.” Hour is wise and laidback, as always.

“They look at us with such anxiety, even dread, as though we are their enemy.”

“I only look at the baby. It sleeps when it wants, cries when it is hungry and has no use of us.”

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Wanted to write something light this week after all the gloomy and sad stuff I’ve been writing. Also, I am finding it fascinating getting into the minds of non-human things. Even though we can’t really know what they are experiencing, it’s still good to anthropomorphise 🙂 as a fantasy or empathy exercise 🙂

The flash fiction writing itch for the Friday Fictioneers starts on Thursday (or probably Wednesday, but it’s the middle of the night here when Rochelle posts her prompt :)) To participate head over to Rochelle’s page, read the rules, put your writing cap on and have fun with 100 words.

This week’s photo prompt –

PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast

Father, future

(100-word flash fiction)

Mr.Krauss is bewildered. He had woken up in the morning sitting on the staircase handrail.

A gigantic version of his wife appears in the doorway.

The look and scream of horror is understandable. After all he had perfected the art of ‘keeping his woman in place’.

His son appears next, uncharacteristically bold, with a raised cricket bat.

Mr.Krauss roars his usual disapproval. Soft chirps issue forth.

Amazingly, he discovers his eyes can swivel independently as his daughter comes up from behind, whispering softly while trapping him in a shoebox.

“Don’t worry Daddy, the spell will last only a hundred years.”

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Thank you Rochelle for choosing such a beautiful photo this week. Nature’s creations are so marvelous. I couldn’t help stare that the magnificent creature. Do you know what it is called?

This week Friday Fictioneers photo prompt is a thing of beauty.

PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma