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

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© 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

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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

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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.

Friday Fictioneers – Connection

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

“Those need sorting,” Janet muttered to herself as she passed the dusty collection of photos. Her only connection to a mother she barely knew; to a life she yearned for.

Stirring the pile, Janet chose one photo and wondered: “Is that me, in the arms of my mum?”

So many strangers, who might not be. It was disquieting and intriguing!

Fear, her constant friend, hollered “Don’t ask; don’t seek. They won’t want you!”

Hope, a new quieter voice, whispered “Love is worth the effort!”

Trembling, she turned the photo and read out loud “Sister Annie, with Janet, 1953”.

Aunty and child.

Janet smiled.

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

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Friday Fictioneers – Before

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A blazing flash of light and I thought; I’ve been here before!

It was an important day; for my husband. A record 56-game hitting streak. It looked different then.

I was wearing a dress made famous by a film clip, over a subway tunnel.

Stunning white material, over long pale legs, blowing around me!

He cried hard at my funeral. They all did, my mother, the crowds. I can remember it, like it was yesterday.

He wasn’t there. The politician.

Funeral? Husbands? The memory is clear as glass. But it doesn’t make sense.

I’m only a boy, aged 10. This is my local playground.

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 – distraction

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PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

Tip toe, through the tulips … through the tulips ….

Walking a concrete jungle, rain moistened; a slippery surface of fallen leaves

Humming to myself, lost in the freshness of clean, sweet-smelling air

Eyes part-closed, lost in solitude, the silence, the wetness

A babble, a murmur, a shuffling of feet, breaks into my reverie

Awakening to the world, intruded upon by chatter, by clatter

Opening my eyes to umbrellas!

Looking ahead, I walk on by, distracted momentarily

Dismissing the absurd, retreating to my bliss, humming to myself …. through the tulips, with me

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

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Friday Fictioneers – Shadow

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carrol

Thief of necessity, through open door
Into empty room, creeps
Heart thumps, breathing stutters
Nerves tingle, anxiety builds

Breeze drifts, into the room
Instinct to flee, peaks
Shadows shift, thunder booms
Wings beat, feel the fear

Food the imperative, urge to escape
Hunt in earnest, tweets
Fear looms large, hunger prevails
Shadows swoop, time presses

Crash from above, threat extreme
Sensory overload, heats
Panic, retreat, needs reassessed
Fear the victor, hunger abandoned

Escape now paramount, hunger flees
Weight of danger, presses
Beating madly, wings work hard
Shadows surrender to sunlight, enlightened

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 – Japanese Garden

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Photo prompt copyright CEAyr

Simply designed; aesthetically pleasing

Peace, tranquility; balanced with care

ponds of Koi add colour; serenity

a taste tease for passing pets

Pebble paths, raked fine, paved wide, straight

lead the guest – winding or pacing –

to interesting spaces; interesting traits

and quirky surprises

Bonsai trees, aged and perfect, delicate, refined

Encouraged with love; meticulous binding

A joy to behold; treasured through time

Partnered with architecture; imbued with history

Elements of stone, wood, bamboo and flora

Create an image of spiritual aura

a sense of mystery

Springs suddenly youth, impressively so

Cherry blossom – pink, white or red

Struts and blooms; then petals drop

Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who kindly runs Friday Fictioneers. 
The idea is to fashion a story that has a beginning, middle, and end and within 100 words.

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Beloved – Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers August 17th

Reposted for Fandango’s Friday Flashback – 21 August

Smooth pebbles litter the beach and stepping through them, I stumble

Laughing, I push windswept hair out of my eyes looking ahead, for my beloved

6ft, fit and carefree, he clambers, crawls and skips over stones and puddles

As I fall, I cry out; when I look up he is by my side, hand outstretched

The devotion and concern in his face renews my confidence in him

And as he lifts me to my feet, we gently kiss and he leads me carefully

Away from the pebbled and precarious ground, to the beach sand and safety

This is my submission for Friday Fictioneers.  Photo credit to © Janet Webb . And thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who kindly supports Friday Fictioneers through her website.
The idea is to fashion a story that has a beginning, middle, and end and within 100 words.