PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
His question caught her off-guard. The room spun around her and she gripped the edges of the lectern to steady herself.
“Ms Silver, how would you explain the Hannah May incident?”
It was no secret that she had been Hannah’s life coach. A fact that tormented her. Buried guilt rose from past failures. Oversights.
It was she who had encouraged her to push past her fears, return to her love of sailing. She died in the storm of 2004. Neither sailboat nor her body was ever found.
Ms Silver found her voice, “Hannah May was brave enough to follow her dreams.”
Life coaches are amazingly positive people. And I’m sure they have their demons too. Ones they wrestle with and from which they find their own growth. Whatever the situation, it’s important to face fears that keep you from your dreams or the change you want to make in your life.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
“You’re just like your father”, remarked Robert lazily.
Marcus raised an eyebrow, “He’s your father too.” Then picked up the whiskey canister, “And no I am not.”
“I have the good fortune of having fallen very far from the tree.”
“Oh shut up!”
“See that’s just what Father says to me.”
“For the last time, I am not going on some reckless, un-planned, crazy-as-shit adventure of yours to the Galapagos islands!”
“Comfort zones. Careless mediocrity. Whiskey… like father, like son.”
Marcus held the whiskey canister above his glass. Cautiously sat it back on the table. “When do we leave?”
Something about the house and the setting sun made me think of family and adventures. And I so much wanted to experiment with humour and dialogue today. Hope you enjoy this!
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Challenge is to write a full story in 100 words or less.
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I put my heart into a bottle
stuffed it away. Out of me. Out of sight.
I’d grown weary of it’s whispers
nagging me through my busy hours.
It was getting harder to focus on all I needed to,
on who I needed to be
with it’s tales of dreams and hopes long forgotten,
long abandoned at the fork in the road
way back when such things were still possible.
No, it can’t be. Can’t ever be. Wont be. Not for me.
Silly stories, silly heart
Time to grow up.
At the edge of the cliff I threw the bottle into the ocean
Watched as the tides carried it away
over the horizon.
That night as I slept, the whispers came louder still
Woke up in a cold sweat feeling the hole in my chest
Empty and void.
Yet tales of better tomorrows, hopes renewed
swirled all around me.
See I had not realised that I could abandon my heart
But my heart would never abandon me.
PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young
The human body is capable of amazing things. Contortion is one. Bending with extreme flexibility. Just like Jimmy was now, crumpled into a lobster trap. Except that John had to break Jimmy’s legs at the knees to get it to fit. His face was blank and slack. Nothing left of the shock that twisted his features looking down the barrel of John’s gun. Six bullets fired into his chest.
Now, pushing the trap off the boat into the water, John felt nothing of the cold shock that seeped into him when he found out Jimmy had betrayed him.
Brought back an old character from one of last year’s flash fiction, John the Baptist. Organised crime boss and ruthless with his enemies.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by author Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
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