It’s time for Friday Fictioneers again. Many thanks to Rochelle for captaining our ship and keeping us on course, and to Janet Webb for providing the watery theme for the 100 word challenge this week. My story follows the photograph.
A Different Life
Word Count: 100
Noor clawed the baked earth around her failing crop; her baby son slept on her back, too weak to cry. Solomon set off weeks ago to look for work, the water he left them was all gone. It was thirty miles to the aid station, Noor knew if her son was to live, she had to make the journey again.
Nora stood looking out, praying for a break in the weather. It had rained constantly for six days. The garden was a sodden mess, no place for the bouncy castle or Disney Princess tent. She considered cancelling the birthday party.
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There has been quite a lot happening in my life just recently and the urge to write just got up and walked out. I had to have the lenses in my eyes replaced – not as horrific as it sounds I assure you – but a worry nevertheless. My work has also taken up too much of my time and I found I didn’t want to write – anything. I have missed Friday Fictioneers very much indeed; missed the contact with people who had become very supportive friends; missed the exchange with people who are kind enough and interested enough to follow my blog, such as it is. I did try to post something for the prompt last week, then deleted it as it was not much good. I am back to try again.
Forgive the out-pouring, but it matters to me that you know why I have been AWOL.
Copyright – Sandra Cook
Word Count: 100
Beth found the bones at 6pm.
They lay in a shallow space between the overhanging rock face and the old irrigation channel she was working in; she had been clearing stones and old debris from it for the past two weeks.
Rob came over when she called and casually inspected her find.
‘Looks small, a child perhaps?’
‘No!’ Beth shuddered at the thought.
‘Children worked in places like this; the find is not unusual.’
As he gently moved the bones to one side, a soft sigh whispered past them and floated up on the cool evening air.
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Something in the way he smiles draws my attention
Soft woollen sweater draped casually across broad shoulders
Sunglasses pushed up on his forehead as he reads the menu
Sipping a glass of red wine he looks out across the piazza
Stealing a sly glance I catch his eye
Smiling widely he raises his glass I respond with mine
She walks from behind me and takes the seat beside him
Slow blush flares on my cheeks I lower my head hiding my embarrassment
Soft caresses tenderly whispered words of love
Stabs of jealousy surface and are gone
Sure in his affection wrapped in his arms she turns towards me
Smiling she raises his glass I smile and raise mine to her
Silently acknowledging her youth and beauty
Surprised by the happiness I feel for these two lovers
Strangers yet universally recognised
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