Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers

The Last Day – #FridayFictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The cold and wet was seeping through her slippers, but she didn’t care. The chair was hard and uncomfortable, but she could endure it. She knew. She knew this would be her last chance to see the sun rise over her particular piece of horizon. Her last chance to see the dawn of a brand new day and wonder what it may bring.

She knew what this day would bring, though. She also knew that her family would be cross with her when they found her, frozen on her chair instead of inside in her warm bed.

Word count: 97


The idea for Friday Fictioneers is simple: see the picture, use it as inspiration for a 100-word piece of flash fiction, post it on your blog, share the link over at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ website, check out and comment on everyone else’s stories. Easy peasy!

Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers

Disappearance #FridayFictioneers, but on a Sunday

So, I’m a bit late with my story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers, but better late than never, eh? I missed last week’s instalment and was determined not to miss two in a row.

The idea for Friday Fictioneers is simple: see the picture, use it as inspiration for a 100-word piece of flash fiction, post it on your blog, share the link over at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ website, check out and comment on everyone else’s stories. Easy peasy!

Disappearance

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

‘Over here! I’ve found something!’

‘Where are you? Frankie?’

A green-bereted head popped up from behind the ruined wall. I was picking my way towards her, concentrating on where I put my feet. I looked up but she had disappeared again.

I can’t believe I let her drag me here, I thought. The beach looked far more appealing.

‘Frankie, you’ll have to wait, I can’t keep up!’

I stopped to pick a stone out of my sandal and heard a scuffle and shouts from behind the archway up ahead.

Rushing through, all I found was one green beret.

Word count: 98

Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers

Something in the Woods #FridayFictioneers

Happy Friday everyone! The sun is actually shining this morning and it’s bringing a lovely warmth through the window as I work. And, seeing as it’s Friday, I’ve been working on my latest piece for Friday Fictioneers. Once again, a big thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting.

Each week there’s a picture to use as a prompt for a 100-word piece of flash fiction. Thank you to Lisa Fox for this week’s prompt.

To have a look at the other contributions you can go to the list here. I hope you enjoy this week’s stories!

Something in the Woods

‘Do you think something’s in there?’ asked Cath.

‘Sh! You don’t want it to hear you!’

‘You’re so dramatic, Logan.’

‘I’m careful. There’s a difference.’

‘Whatever. I’m bored now. See you tomorrow.’

‘But, don’t you wanna …’

‘Bye, Logan!’ She crunched off through the woods.

Sitting alone, he felt a chill now his friend had gone. He was determined to see what was in there though, even if he had to wait all night.

Logaaaannnnnn …’

He froze. That didn’t sound like Cath.

Logaaaannnnnn …’

The voice was coming from in front. From the cabin. He jumped up and ran.

Word count: 100

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That Magic Moment #FridayFictioneers

It’s Friday! Yippee! Which means it’s time for Friday Fictioneers, a lovely blog hop organised and run by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Each week there’s a picture to use as a prompt for a 100-word piece of flash fiction. Thank you for this week’s prompt Rochelle!

To have a look at the other contributions using this prompt you can go to the list here. I hope you enjoy this week’s stories!

That Magic Moment

PHOTO PROMPT © Anne Higa

‘Do you hear that?’

‘Hear what, my sweet?’ Antony replied as he positioned himself in front of Maria, the dampness of the grass seeping through his jeans as he settled himself on one knee.

‘There’s a creaking sound.’ She was looking towards the tower, then at its base. Anywhere but at Antony.

‘Maria, I want to ask …’

‘Antony! It’s the tower! We have to move!’ She grabbed his arms and pulled him to his feet, dragging him along with everyone else that was fleeing.

Behind them, the tower was shifting, and Antony was desperately checking his pockets as they ran.

Word count: 100

Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers

Lost and Found, #FridayFictioneers

Something I used to enjoy in my previous incarnation as a blogger was the weekly flash fiction hops. I would post regularly and it was good for practicing my skills, particularly in the short short forms.

I’ve recently come across such a hop and it’s called Friday Fictioneers. That’s actually a little fib, I found it quite a long time ago but it’s taken me ages to get round to posting anything and taking part. Nerves and all that, you know?

Anyway, it’s run by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and each week she posts a picture to be used as a prompt for a 100-word piece of flash fiction. Thank you for being a wonderful host Rochelle!

Please do head to her blog to read through the other stories posted in the link, and here is my contribution. (Please be kind, I haven’t done this for a while …)

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Lost and Found

‘They must be here somewhere,’ I whispered, trying to avoid bumping into anyone, scouring the floor between legs and feet.

‘Sorry, Mum, I didn’t mean to drop them.’

‘Don’t worry.’ My voice was calm, but inside I was trying not to panic. The noise of the market was overwhelming my senses, the veg seller shouting about apples and pears. It was an impossible task to look for anything in the melee, too many feet kicking and scuffling.

I stopped, took a deep breath, tried to focus. The veg seller was no longer calling about fruit.

‘Keys! Anyone lost some keys?!’

Word count: 100