Moving Away


 

We have sun today, it makes me think Spring can’t be far away and the daffodils in the garden obviously think so too.

Thanks for the photo this week go to Al Forbes – love the old cars – and a huge thank you to our FBM Rochelle for just being there.  She has also been on the radio, you can catch her interview here

Copyright Al Forbes

Copyright Al Forbes

Genre: Fiction

Word Count: 100

Moving Away

Stella keeps her head down, conscious of the cut above her left eye. Though her cell phone has remained silent, she senses Robert is nearby; he doesn’t like to be disobeyed. ‘Honey, I’m sorry, it was an accident…’

Years of abuse made her compliant, silent, invisible.  Today, on the anniversary of her marriage, something snaps. Drawing out what little money she has managed to squirrel away, she is on a bus heading north.

Feeling safe, she sleeps. The loud blast from a horn wakes her. Robert is driving alongside pointing a gun, mouthing silent obscenities, totally oblivious of the truck.

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Waiting


Still trying to get my act together, but managed to get something in almost on time. Delighted to see Rochelle has used my photo of a sudden snowfall in Central Park – we were taking a carriage ride and suddenly the snow started falling – magical.

24 July

 

Genre: Fiction

Word Count: 100

Waiting

Penny is late. I fiddle with the strap of my overnight bag. I don’t like waiting. I’ve been here so long people are staring. We said 5pm outside the café; the park closes at 6pm she’d better hurry up.

Sarah was the same where time was concerned, always late.  It got on my nerves in the end, along with her flawless skin. No need to cover her acne with layers of Max Factor. And her hair, so shiny and wavy… not so wavy the last time I saw her.  Everyone gets their comeuppance in the end though, it’s only fair.

 

Almost A Family


Copyright – Bjorn Rudberg

 

Almost A Family

Genre: Fiction

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.