This photo was taken at the ‘Beach at Cardiff Bay’
and this one, looking skywards at The Mandalay Bay in Las Vegas
Posted for Skywatch Friday – click to see more photographs at Skywatch
I’m pleased to say we are having a mini heatwave here in Wales; it happens so rarely I feel completely justified in revelling in it. It is also the week of the Royal Welsh Show, last year both exhibitors and visitors were up to their armpits in mud, slush and mire, so I am really pleased they can enjoy the sunshine too.
Glad to be able to submit an FF story this week and my thanks to our top chef Rochelle for selecting such an unusual photograph to tempt us with. Thanks also to Marie Gail Stratford for taking it.
No Forks Needed
Word Count: 100
Mary sat at her usual table, her laptop open and ready. The story she was writing was going well, but now she was stuck. Did she kill off the character giving her problems, or try to rework the plot? She was watching the street, waiting for her muse to return, when two strangers came in.
One man went to the kitchen. She heard a blood curdling scream and saw Wu Tan stagger out, clutching the knife embedded in his chest. The men ran into the street and disappeared.
Mary stared at Wu and flexed her fingers, her muse was back.
for more stories from the other Fictioneers
I have been AWOL for a few weeks, I hope some of you have missed me…..
I have been busy working on a tender document which has proved much more difficult than I ever imagined when agreeing to do it. I mean, three weeks of my life is too much to spend on writing something that I didn’t enjoy. It has been submitted now, at 11.45 am to be precise so I’m free now to write something I do enjoy enormously…
Thank you to Rochelle for everything, loved your post and photographs about the Friday Fictioneers get together, so lovely to see you all in the flesh, so to speak! Thanks also this week to Kelly Sands for the photograph.
Genre: Family History
Word Count: 100
We’ll Meet Again
Eight year-old Sheila skipped alongside her mother, so excited to be going on this adventure. They met other families on their way to the station. Some mothers were crying, Sheila idly wondered why.
Her mother, never one for showing much emotion, kissed her as she opened the door to the special carriage on the train. She checked the gas mask was in its box and Sheila’s name tag was securely fastened to her coat.
‘Be a good girl. Say your prayers and do as you’re told. I’ll see you soon.’
It would be four eventful years before they met again.
Sheila is my aunt. At the outbreak of WWII almost all the children of the city of Hull were evacuated to safety. Everyone knows how badly London and other cities were bombed, but for reasons explained below, the bombing of Hull was kept off the newsreels and out of the papers.