Vagabond dreams

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Clive dusted his hands. “All done for today. Your entire life in one small unit.”

“A unit with the dimensions of a grave.” Asiya quipped. She forced a smile.

“You know, I have a spare mattress at home, if you ever…”

“Oh! that’s okay. I’m staying with a friend.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, said goodbye and left. She didn’t think he believed her.

She made sure he was gone. Then she unlocked the door to the storage unit, walked through it and locked it behind her.

She hid behind her piano and settled in for the night.

100 words

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Write a story in 100 words or less. Submit your flash fiction to the gods by clicking on the blue frog.

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Hitting the nail on the head

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“I can’t believe you bought this. Are you trying to sink us?”

There was a time when she used to love everything I did.

“It’s seen better days.” Things have not been the same between us since…. “I’m trying to move us forward.”

She sighed.

“Okay, I get it. Roller shutter doors are not conventional coffee shop decor. But that’s what will be so great about it. Think industrial. Like an upmarket New York loft. Nothing a coat of paint won’t fix.

“Some things can’t just be covered up and forgotten about, Elliot. Some things can’t be fixed. ”

98 words

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Write a story in 100 words or less. Click the blue frog to submit your flash fiction, and read others’.

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The file

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier

 

Shawn couldn’t remember what he walked into the living room for. Old age was really messing with him. He remembered he was on the phone with Johnny… Oh yes! Now he remembered! Johnny wanted some file. Where did he say it was again? Something about a tabletop.

There it is on the dining table! He grabbed the file and when Johnny’s driver arrived, dutifully handed it over.

Fifteen minutes later Johnny called again, laughing so hard he could barely get the words out. “Pa, I meant a copy of the file on the desktop computer.”

95 words

Honestly, Johnny should have known better.

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Write a story in 100 words or less. Click the blue frog to submit your flash fiction and read others’. I struggled with this prompt, even though it is my own. Blame it on writer’s block 🙂

 

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