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1,324 (Friday Fictioneers)

One thousand, three hundred and twenty-four days have passed since Maggie last went out in the boat.

Every day she comes down and sits silently in the grounded boat, now mossy and falling apart. Sometimes she cries.

One thousand, three hundred and twenty-four days ago her husband died. Oh, how they’d laughed and spent many a wonderful afternoon floating around in that little wooden boat.

Maggie watches Jim and Florence nearby, pushing their boat into the water. They’re arguing about where the ropes should go. Jim raises his voice, Florence rolls her eyes. They don’t realise how lucky they are.

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Friday Fictioneers is a challenge set by Rochelle each week where writers from around the world post 100 word stories based on a common photo prompt. For more information, and to read other stories, visit Rochelle’s page here.

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Them’s the brakes (Friday Fictioneers)

‘It’s terminal,’ said the doctor, ‘there’s nothing I can do.’

Stuck in the mud, waves lapping at her wheels, she thought about her colourful life. Since her first day as a shopping trolley she loved her job. She got to meet the most interesting people: from young singles to elderly couples who had been together for years.

But the mums with babies were her favourite. The babies always drooled all over her but she gladly put up with that for the chance to hear their babbles and look into their sweet, innocent eyes.

She, herself, never had children.

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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/2014/05/07/9-may-2014/

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One tiny window (Friday Fictioneers)

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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Want to read more from Jessie Ansons? Check out my recent blog post called: Why living with a brainiac is annoying.

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