Friday Fictioneers -the Husband

Photo prompt CEAyr

Photo by CEAyr

“You drag me to these markets every, bloody, weekend! Nothing ever changes!” moans David, lagging behind his wife.

Linda turns to face her ‘dragging his heels’ husband and yells “Calm down! It is the one thing I ask you to do with me. How does it hurt you? Really!”

Then with wide staring eyes and gaping mouth, Linda watches her husband disappear into the sudden sinkhole, enveloped in a sand coffin. Before managing even to scream, the hole closes over David.

“Right! That’s different.” Linda chuckles and shaking her head, wanders off to listen to the band.

97 Words

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – Antipathy

Photo prompt Jan Wayne Fields

Photo prompt @ Jan Wayne Fields

 

Dead inside.

Standing. Staring. Display of detritus.

Duplication of disposal dross.

Crying at this disheartening installation.

 

Feel the crowds.

Surround me. Pushing; straining.

Hear their frustration. Their excitement.

Smell their desperation.

 

Hate this moment.

Pulsating blood. Up tempo heart.

Must get away. Cannot bear it.

Clawing my own skin.

 

Jump at the touch.

Wife by my side. Beloved. Questioning.

Breathe in her concern. Breathe out my ennui.

Gently take her arm. Walk her away.

 

Another minute of my life gone.

Angst screaming to escape.

Antipathy my ‘raison d’etre’.

Anxiety my antidote.

 

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here.

Friday Fictioneers – The Green

Photo by Roger Bultot

Photo by Roger Bultot

I long for green.

The longing of the upper-middle-class.

In iso, but not without resources. Working from home, and income not an issue.

As I ride my computer each day, this is my view.

It could be that nothing is wrong. It could be just another day, in wonderland.

I long for green.

At least there is a glimpse of sun through clouds.

At least the smog has disappeared.

I could be here alone in this metropolis.

A pure moment, when nobody has escaped to their rooftop for air, and a sense of freedom.

I long for green.

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – Cancelled

Photo prompt @ Jeff Arnold

Somewhere over that rainbow, a better life awaits.

Something to look forward to. Something to hope for.

In my country (a lucky country) we’ve moved through several heartaches

Drought

Widespread bush fires

Months of unbreathable, smoke-filled air

Floods

Covid-19

We were looking for the light at the end of a tunnel, the gold at the end of the rainbow

And we got Corona Virus. Isolation. Quarantine. Lock down.

Families separated. Dying abandoned. Easter, and weddings, and funerals cancelled.

As time stands still. Lives put on hold. These boats are waiting.

All heading out to sea, is what I see!

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here.

Friday Fictioneers – Desperado

Photo Prompt Dawn Miller

Photo prompt @Dawn Miller

Eyes bulging, exploding out of his head. Through a hypoxic blur, Eric stares desperately toward the house, dragging his body through the long grasses.

Gasping for air, his mind screams “Look out the window, Lizzie!”

It was reckless leaving the house without his Epi-pen. He’d come well-prepared on this country getaway, knowing his intolerance of grasses, bees, nature in general.

But after their argument, once Lizzie said she didn’t want the baby, Eric had to get out of there.

No reception in this isolated hamlet. No help coming, all alone and dying.

Lungs bulging, about to implode. Lizzie!

 

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

 

Friday Fictioneers -Where?

Photo by Rochelles Wisoff-Fields

Photo prompt: by Rochelles Wisoff-Fields

There is only now. No next, no then; but I know, there once was more.

Without conscious effort I always find myself here; by these stairs

Like I’m on repeat; returning full circle

It means something to me, this place; I can’t remember.

My skin crawls; I shiver. Apprehension holds me close.

Like I’m drowning in fear; suffocating.

Many people pass by; nobody approaches me; speaks.

I don’t think they see me. Can you, my darling?

Like I’m not even here; invisible, missing; an empty space.

Where are you, my heart. Where am I? WHO am I?

 

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100 word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here.

Friday Fictioneer – Arrival!

Photo by Ted Strutz

Photo prompt by Ted Strutz

No, no, no. Oh shit! I’m in trouble!

Today of all days to miss the bus, with a special arrival due. The boss made it plain; there were to be no stuff ups!

“They’ve been through enough, Fred,” he’d said in that deeply melodic voice. “They deserve quick processing; tender loving care. Don’t let me down!”

And, there. Already at the top of the escalator. Nobody to greet them. There’ll be questions; uncertainty. Have they arrived? Is this it? Do they belong?

The unfathomable guilt they carry. They survived. Have they suffered enough?

HE will kill me!

Friday Fictioneers – Inferno

Friday Fictioneers - Inferno

© C.E. Ayr

An idyllic image. The dream.

Dusk in a tiny coastal town. Lights reflect off glistening water. Palm trees. Peace.

Campervan parked; adventurous spirit.

Your gaze lingers and a smile appears; widens.

You laugh out loud. Startling yourself.

White teeth show against your brown and dirty face.

Taking this one moment to relax; to reflect.

One deep, shuddering breath taken; respite from this terrifying moment in time.

This terror won’t last; remember.

This is something to fight for.

With a sigh, you turn and face the inferno; yet to be beaten.

(In sympathy with everyone dealing with the Australian bushfires)

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – Empty

jhardy-storage

Photo prompt from J Hardy

People say, “we’ll put into storage.”

I ask, “why?”

Items forgotten; unclaimed. Not needed, but not able to let go.

When is enough, enough?

You say, “sentimental value; family heirloom!”

But what is the point of ownership, when kept out of sight?

When you die, it will have stood in storage. Unseen. Unloved.

There only for your heirs. Who gaze at it, with empty minds and hearts.

You have gone but left this.

In their grief, decisions. What to do? Sell; or dump.

Deal with it now. Make a choice.

In your living space, or dead to you now. (99 words)

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

NOTE: If you enjoy Random Thoughts by Trish, you may also enjoy my blog Trishs’s Place for Travel.

Friday Fictioneers – Illumination

ssi-lights-of-jerusalem

Prompt by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Gorgeous light feature. Well done, city council.
It is good to see our taxes spent on beautifying the streets.
A quiet night though.

Pity there aren’t more people out to enjoy the installation.
Where is everyone tonight? Late night shopping. A lovely warm evening.
Usually the streets are packed.

My friends should be here though. Said to meet outside the Igis.
Squelch. What was that? I’ve stood on something? Can’t see …
No, hang on! There was a family up ahead. Where …?

Not lights. Some sort of alien creature. Suckers?
NO! NO! Oh no!! This is bad! (98 words)

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

NOTE: If you enjoy Random Thoughts by Trish, you may also enjoy my blog Trishs’s Place for Travel.