Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers

March 19, 2014 · 7:14 PM

One tiny window (Friday Fictioneers)

Image by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/03/19/21-march-2014

Front door battered and scratched. Lift the lock while you turn the key. Great location.

Up a flight of stairs. Along a dark narrow corridor. Up a steep wooden ladder.

This was the room for rent.

Small. With one tiny window overlooking the Plaza de la Merced. A bed, a desk and a chest of drawers.

Perfect.

Stairs. Corridor. Ladder. One way in.

Later that night they finally found her. Looked like she’d been trying to push her blackened body through that one tiny window.

Great location. Views of the Plaza. One way in.

One way out.

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Friday Fictioneers is a challenge set by Rochelle Fields where writers around the world create 100 word stories inspired by the one image. For more information see: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/03/19/21-march-2014/

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March 12, 2014 · 8:09 PM

The one-way walk (Friday Fictioneers)

Image by Adam Ickes at http://adamickes.wordpress.com/

Click-a-clack. Click-a-clack. Click-a-clack.

That’s the sound 3-inch stiletto heels make on a boardwalk.

Click-a-clack.

Her body is hidden under the loose pants and man’s jacket. From a distance you wouldn’t know she’d dressed up.

Click-a-clack. Click-a-clack.

But he always had a thing for heels.

Click-a-clack. Click-

She stops at the end of the boardwalk and peers over the edge.

Waits.

Ka-plonk.

That’s the sound 3-inch stiletto heels make when dropped into water.

Her face is covered by sunglasses. From a distance you wouldn’t know she’d been crying.

Silently, she turns and walks back to the shore.

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March 5, 2014 · 8:24 PM

Why would you bother? (Friday Fictioneers)

Image by Danny Bowman at http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/03/05/7-march-2014/

‘Why would you bother?’

I knew they’d say that.

‘It takes half a day to reach the summit, you know?’

Yet here I am.

The breeze has turned cool and fresh. I smell the smoke of the recent eruption. I can taste the ash on my tongue. And I hear… nothing.

‘Why would you bother?’

Emphasis on the ‘you’.

I kneel down and pour out some water for Lola.

Just one more breath to savour the silence.

‘Come on, girl.’

I tug on her harness and she leads me, one step at a time, back down the path.

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February 26, 2014 · 9:46 PM

Balanced, precariously (Friday Fictioneers)

Image by Sandra Cook

‘I don’t think we should see each other anymore.’

Her voice was shaky, hoarse. I could tell she had been crying, even from the other side of the world.

‘There’s just one thing that’ll change my mind. And I’m only going to say it once…’

I pressed the phone tightly to my ear.

A tractor passed laboriously through town, right in front of my eyes. Its diesel engine choked and grumbled as it pushed the rusty machine over the cobblestones. The rattling trailer was overloaded with bales of dry brittle hay, balanced precariously.

‘…so what’s it going to be?’

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Friday Fictioneers is a challenge set by Rochelle Fields where writers around the world create 100 word stories inspired by the one image. For more information see: http://wp.me/p2FKsi-wY

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