Thanks to Roger Bultot for the photo this week and huge thanks to Rochelle who continues her amazing balancing act – author, artist, Fairy Blogmother…
Copyright Roger Bultot
Genre: Family History
Word Count: 100
‘Will you catch one for me Fred, please?’
‘They’re wild birds Florrie, I can’t catch them.’
‘Oh, please get me one Fred, please.’
That night he made a small cage and hung it from a branch of the apple tree.
‘That’s as close as I get to catching one for you, sis.’
The soldiers lined up early next morning. Fred looked very smart; my ma cried at the sight of him marching away.
‘Don’t forget to check the cage Florrie,’ he shouted.
‘I’ll check it every day till you’re home.’
I never caught a bird.
Fred never came home.
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Thanks to Sandra Crook for the photo prompt this week and belated congratulations on her well deserved competition win, a great story. Thanks as always to Rochelle who nevers wavers in support and encouragement.
‘What will you do Grace, have you decided?’
‘For goodness sake Lewis, she only buried Edward this morning, she has yet to come to terms with being alone.’
Grace smiled. She had been ‘alone’ in the sense that Sarah meant it, for years. The Turner twins, friends since childhood, took sibling rivalry to new heights. They wouldn’t understand what she was about to do; she decided against explanation.
Edward’s death was sudden, unexpected. The twins, like the rest of her circle who expected tears and sadness, were perplexed by Grace’s calm exterior. Meanwhile, her heart, sensing freedom, was soaring.
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Happy New Year! I hope you all enjoyed the holidays, however you celebrated them. It’s good to be back at Friday Fictioneers Central. Huge thanks to Rochelle for finding time to organise this group in between writing novels, visiting family or icing the odd cake, and my thanks to all who contribute each week making this a fantastic group to be a part of.
Word count: 100
‘Would you really buy one, if you won the Lottery?’
‘Well it’s on my list. I’d love one. Just think of the freedom, taking off whenever you wanted…’
‘What else is on your list?’
‘A long stay at a health farm, I fancy the one in Arizona where all the celebs go to get their fat sucked out.’
They both laughed as Mel placed the magazine back on the bedside cabinet. She sat on the bed, reaching for her best friend’s hand. There would be no flight or health farm visit; they both knew it, but it helped to dream.
Copyright – Bjorn Rudberg
Almost A Family
Word Count: 100
They stood facing each other in the bare, dimly lit room.
‘Do you want this?’
‘Yes, they are my family.’
He tossed the album into the box labelled ‘’Irina”.
“What about this?
He held up a grubby blue teddy bear, waving it menacingly from side to side as he walked towards her.
‘Don’t, please not again.’ The blow knocked her to the floor.
‘I would have had a family too, if you hadn’t lost him. Now you’re trying to leave. You were very careless Irina, what shall I do with you?’
He lunged for her.
And never saw the knife.
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The dark cloud from last week has lifted – yay! However, the photo from Bjorn reminded me of a story I read in the press a while ago, about a body being discovered in an abandoned, almost derelict house. The authorities had a very tangled web to unravel to discover what happened. So colour me ‘dark’ again this week.
Thank you to our ever patient Chef de Mission – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and to all the other Friday Fictioneers who write such brilliant stories each week.
Thanks this week go to Sarah Ann Hall for her photograph entitled “Aqueduct” and to the wordsmith Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for continuing the Fabulous Friday Fictioneers.
Genre: Romantic fiction
Word Count: 100
…In the distance, the spectacular Pont du Gard, a reminder of the Romans’ talent for engineering, built centuries ago to carry water from the springs at Uzes to the Roman garrison in Nimes.
I switch off my voice recorder. It’s early and hot, what exactly am I doing here? I should have ignored Sally’s advice to get back to work; she was wrong, I’m not enjoying it!
I enjoyed having a husband. Now I feel directionless, insular, empty, separate.
The air changes, becomes still. I can sense Adam is beside me.
I relax and breathe the sweet fragrance of life.