Category Archives: Fiction

CHIM CHIM CHER-EE

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It’s Friday and time for fiction of 100 words, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Kelly Sands

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Kelly Sands

The dark clouds rolled in.  She had better hurry and find them.  Oh, where were they?  What mischief had they got themselves in now?

The wind had picked up again.  Her skirts billowed out.  She brushed them down with one hand.  It was tough hanging onto her umbrella with the other.

“Why did I take this job?”  She muttered.  “What was wrong with my noggin?”

The wind blew her higher, her feet almost touching rooftops.  She peeked in windows as she drifted past.

“Damn kids!”  Oh no, she’s taken to swearing!  She better sing instead.

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious……

COME TO THE GARDEN

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It’s Friday and time for fiction of 100 words, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT, Copyright – Claire Fuller

PHOTO PROMPT, Copyright – Claire Fuller

The servant girl handed her a folded note and ran off.  Making sure she was alone, she opened it.

Come to the garden.  Meet me by the old king.  I’ll be there waiting.    R

Gathering her skirt with both hands, she ran toward the back of the estate, past the stables and toward the woods.

She entered a small clearing.  Breathless, she clutched  the front of her gown. A few feet further, she found the statue of the old king, covered with moss and lichen.

She heard a rustle behind her.

“Marian!”

“Robin!”  

She rushed into his arms.

LAST NIGHT – Friday Fictioneers

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It’s Friday and time for fiction of 100 words, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright-Madison Woods The photo is actually from Lura Helms

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright-Madison Woods The photo is actually from Lura Helms

 

She rested her back against her old friend, feeling its coarse rough bark through her thin blouse.  She was home.

Already she was missing him – his arms, his voice – his very essence.

I love you!

He looked at her.

How can you love someone in two weeks?  It’s the uniform.

She cast her eyes downward, tears coursing down her cheeks.  There was nothing to say.  She sipped her champagne and swallowed.

The moon shone down.  Perspiration beaded on his forehead.  He mopped it with his white handkerchief, leaned over and kissed her.

You’ll be alright.  Let’s just enjoy the night.

MOVING ON – Friday Fictioneers

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It’s Friday and time for fiction of 100 words, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT
Copyright -Mary Shipman

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He glanced up at the once grand and graceful building.  Its walls still stood tall and erect.  But it was stripped of its finery.  Its fine coat had long ago faded.  Boards bared their decay.

The windows stared back at him, their lifeless eyes devoid of their sheen.  A shadow floated past.  He shivered in the gathering dusk. He saw the woman’s ashen face.

He gave one final look.  He remembered the life that once was –  the light, the warmth of laughter, the clink of glasses, music, dancing….

They once were but no more.  It was time to move on.

 

 

FLICKERING LIGHT – Friday Fictioneers

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Copyright Douglas M. MacIlroy


Copyright Douglas M. MacIlroy

She lifted her gaze from the screen to the candles and sighed.  She found him this time.  He showed himself when it mattered.  The candles flickered.  She felt his pain and remorse.

“I am sorry”

The whisper traveled through the years and distance.  It hung in the night air.  Then it was gone. The candles went out.  She was in the dark except for the glow from the computer screen.

She sat silent, motionless, stunned.  Then she put her head and arms on the desk and wept.  Relief and sadness swept through her. She was free at last.

 

WAITING NO MORE – Friday Fictioneers

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Friday Fictioneers photo prompt

Friday Fictioneers photo prompt

I gaze at the bright vista before me – a perfect picture framed by the arches.  Peaceful at last!  I do not have to fret any more.

When I needed to find him, he led me here.  He heard me and showed himself.  He still cared for me and I forgave him after all these years.

I can still hear my mother’s voice echoing through the years.

“You are so foolish, always picking the leftovers.  You take the ones others don’t want.”

I have been foolish but may he rest in peace now.

THE MIST – Friday Fictioneers

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Picture prompt for Friday Fictioneer:

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I peered into the thickening mist calling his name.  Oh, where was he?  It was getting late and the mist was closing in.

I climbed onto the fence, trying to see further into the fog.  My heart was pounding.  I could hear it thudding in my ear.  Maybe I shouldn’t have come.  Maybe he was only playing with me.

Oh, what could I have been thinking!  So foolish!  So stupid!  I need to stop admonishing myself.  I have thrown caution to the wind.  I am committed to live my life.

No time to turn back.  I will trust and wait.