Photo prompt provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!
The colours drew him into another world and he was lost. Lost in the most beautiful of escapes. The painting was exquisite. The subtle touches of light against dark, the soft brush strokes conveying the tone of the entire painting; tranquility.
The chatter of people brought him back to the real world. For once he was glad to be in the world of the living. He was next in line to have the antiquity examined at the travelling roadshow of experts. The sun was out, the surrounding fields a spring green. Like a painting. He smiled to himself. He was a living subject of this delicate work of art.
Passed down through his grandmother, it was hidden in the corridors and attics of his family. He needed expert confirmation. Because if it was authentic, it would mean an undiscovered masterpiece.
The expert in arts and literatures bent to examine the canvas, the signature and the layers of paint. He frowned, then straightened slowly, his mouth numbly conveying the sweetest words. “It’s a Monet…”
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) where the challenge is to write 100 to 175 words based on the prompt. Click the link to view more stories.
PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma
I creep upward, gripping the slippery black dome. Out of view and hidden. In case some screeching human sees fit to swat me to allay their fears.
Humans. They filled up every space. There is one scratching his beard, looking intently at one of those layers of black and white they use to swat at us. Here is two more chatting to each other. One smaller limbed, more dainty than the other. Humans. Their voices and movements creating an incessant buzzing and thumping.
Smack! I twitch reflexively. The dainty human swats the bigger one. It’s face red on one side.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by the awesome Rochelle. Read more flash fiction here. Or give flash fiction a try and join us!
photo prompt ©majesticgoldenrose
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Earl eyed the calf peering at him through the gate. A warm glow bloomed in his chest. The calf was yet another product of his labour over the years.
The warm glow receded as a memory pushed to the surface. Empty dams and empty warehouses. Subsidised bags of grain arriving on government vehicles, at first enough to get through the season, but later cut by half. He, and the other farmers, were forced to let their cattle roam in search of grass growing on the side of the highways. If they didn’t die from starvation, they were killed by trucks. When they herded them home, Earl pitied their bony frames. Cattle should never be bony.
A low bleating moan pierced the air and the memories evaporated. He smiled. A cow in labour. His herd, and balance sheet, just expanded. The air smelled musty. He didn’t have to look up at the dark clouds gathering to know that more rain was coming.
Written for Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers, a challenge to write an entire story in 100 – to 175 words.
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The sun slid behind the clouds, then slid right back out as if dancing a tango with various admirers. My heart joined in the merriment and jiggled too.
In a few minutes I would meet him. Mr Greaves. I closed my eyes and willed it to be good news. All these years of wondering, questioning my existence could end today.
Mr Greaves beckoned me to enter his office. “I’m sorry, Alana. Your parents died three years ago.”
His next words pulled me back from the edge of a black abyss, “But you have a brother.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle, a flash fiction challenge to write a story in 100 words or less. Click the frog to read more flash fiction.