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Neon reflections (Friday Fictioneers)

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Image by Shaktiki Sharma at https://shaktikisharma.wordpress.com

It rained on our last night in New Orleans.

But it wasn’t the rain that stopped us going out.

Strong, stable, always-in-control Jay had finally let his emotional guard down. Hunched on the bed, his shoulders jerked with each silent sob. He cried for his dad, for the emptiness and regret that comes when someone close to you dies.

I looked through the window at the glistening street below. The neon pinks and blues reflected in a puddle and shattered when a large water drop fell from the awning above.

It was ever more beautiful than I could have imagined.

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I’ve been selected as a finalist for the Newcastle Herald Short Story competition this year and my story was published today in print and online. It’s a 1000 word piece called Bloodstained about a bird and a woman who find they have a lot in common. Have a read here and tell me what you think!

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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Worst day ever (Friday Fictioneers)

The man sighed when she brought the two plates of waffles.

‘Bad day?’

He looked up. ‘My girl stormed out. Didn’t like that we’d both ordered waffles. I refused to change and now she’s sulking in the car. Worst. Day. Ever.’

Her day had started with cleaning urinals at 6am. Two separate groups had skipped out on the bill and she’d have to pay the difference. Her rent was overdue. Her son had told her that very morning to ‘F$@& off’.

She smiled broadly. ‘That is the worst day ever!’

Above all, she needed a good tip.

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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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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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Preparations (Friday Fictioneers)

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Image by Emmy L Gant at http://unbuttonedorundone.com

‘Paint this wall green. And put those wall stickers like vines growing down from the ceiling. And we’ll need one of those bins that turn dirty nappies into sealed sausages. And it all has to be done THIS weekend.’

‘Can’t I do it when my leave starts?’

‘I’ll be 39 weeks then. The baby could come any day now!’

Midnight Sunday, he’d finished the nursery.

At 39 weeks they had nothing to do.

At 42 weeks he dared to say, ‘I wish I had something to do’.

She threw a slipper at his head. And that’s when the contractions started.

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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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Young love (Friday Fictioneers)

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Image by Sandra Crook at https://castelsarrasin.wordpress.com/

Young love is an extraordinary thing.

She held the picnic basket, full of fresh-baked bread just for him. He carried two pieces of cardboard.

It was her favourite spot. It was his first time.

They sat on one piece each at the top of the grassy slope.

‘Johnny, the picnic spot’s just at that first rock. So don’t go sliding all the way down the-’

They probably should’ve discussed it earlier.

By the time Johnny made it back up he was sweaty, red-faced and significantly less attractive. She noticed her bread had gone stale.

Young love is an extraordinary thing.

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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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Just like her mother (Friday Fictioneers)

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Image by C.E. Ayr at http://ceayr.com/

The orcas painted on the side of the building were spectacular.

‘You have to move out of the bulldozer’s way.’

‘No, Dad. No!’

I’d seen someone pull that face before. Back in 1977.

Eventually, I convinced her to come with me to her mother’s favourite place. The bluff overlooking the ocean.

Out to sea, black dorsal fins skimmed the surface. I wasn’t sure she’d noticed. But then she looked at me, her face softened and she snuggled in close.

The real battle had already been won. Back in 1977. On a zodiac 30 miles out to sea.

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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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3 o’clock (Friday Fictioneers)

It all looked familiar.

The dust on the lampshades. The dirt on the cooker. The sharp edges on the large table that always got in the way.

I’d been in that kitchen before. Too many times.

I pulled my hand away from his. ‘I can’t do this.’

‘What about my second chance?’ he spluttered. ‘Things are going to be different this time…’

Then I saw the clock on the wall stuck at 3 o’clock. The batteries still hadn’t been changed.

‘No.’

I said goodbye and walked out of that kitchen for the very last time.

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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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