The naked truth



Sweaty palms and a knotted stomach would not stop her. As a model she never thought she’d take off her clothes for money. But she had to eat and she had to pay the rent on her tiny apartment. All temporary until she got noticed, of course.

“Melody, are you ready?” a man with a silly french beret peeked out from behind a heavy  door.

Nodding, she followed him into the whitewashed room. With a tug her robe loosened and fell to the floor.  As Melody posed, serious faces peered out from behind easels. Eyes darting from model to canvas.

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Hope you enjoyed this flash fiction. Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by leading lady in flash fiction, Rochelle. Write a story in 100 words or less.

Click here to read other’s flash fiction and get a different perspective of the same image. Thanks to Ted Strutz for this week’s curious image.

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The creeping tenacity of memories

PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg


The boxes were filling up with old clothes, DVDs, CDs, books and even an old guitar. This was part of our plan to declutter. Detox. Create order out of chaos. Part of our marriage counselling ‘homework’. Create a space for love and togetherness to grow.

“Wait, not that one. Roy.” I took from his hands a green beenie, fingered the aged wool fondly.

“You haven’t used it in years, Katie. Chuck it!”

Ignoring him I placed it on the bed away from the boxes. Little did Roy know that it belonged to my late husband.

Screw cancer, I thought bitterly.

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Just in case it is not widely known, “Beenie” is the term we use around here for woollen hats.

Thanks to Bjorn for the vivid photo for this week’s Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge is to write a story in 100 words or less. This has really helped me to grow as a writer making each word work for its place on the page (or screen.) I suggest you try it. And it is fun to get to know the other writers through their flash fiction.

Click here to read what other’s have written for this prompt and see the wide variety of perspectives a single image can inspire.


I have just celebrated one year on wordpress and I’m pleased that I got to spend all of it with you lot! It has been entertaining, fun and educational. Here’s to another year.






Abduction or adventure?

PHOTO PROMPT © What’s His Name

Abdul stared at the smartphone. Cold fear gripped his heart. It seemed Karima left an audio diary on her phone. The police wouldn’t help him if they heard this.

He pressed play again, “Frankfurt. That’s where I’ll go. Simply pointed to a place on the map, blindfolded. That’s how much I don’t care anymore. Life is dreary here. My soul longs for adventure.”

His sister’s voice pulled at his heart through the mounting fear. He had to find her. Human trafficking was on the rise. Girls disappeared every week.

Karima was always reckless, but she’d never leave without saying goodbye.

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Had a busy few weeks at work handling crisis after crisis, and kept me away from writing and Friday Fictioneers. But I’ve clawed my way back and I’m glad to be here this week!

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge is to write a full stroy in 100 words or less.

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The Antique Store

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Ann Hall


“Do you believe in magic, Uncle Joe?” Little Farida asked as they strolled through an antique store.

“Black magic, maybe.” he mumbled, then pursed his lips and replied, “No, not really.”

Farida trailed her fingers on old trinkets, polished to a high sheen. Twenty years ago, his answer might have been different. The naivety of youth was magic in itself. Opportunities abounded, dreams were limitless and life never-ending. Then we grew up and traded magic for mortgages.

He watched his niece contemplate a row of coloured vases. “You know djinn live inside bottles?”

An enchanted smile lit up Farida’s face.


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Sometimes when I feel jaded with the world, I wish I could go back to my teens. I’d do things differently. Take more chances for sure. The youth may be naive but in a way it is a blessing. It gives them the, admittedly blind, courage to take risks with a much bigger space to learn from mistakes. ( I hope I remember this when my daughter is a teenager!! I might take back my words!)

I added the black magic bit because in these parts of the world, the practice of and belief in it is widespread crossing different backgrounds and religions too.  A black magic conference voted Botswana as having the most powerful black magic in Africa. (Weird but true.) Me, personally, I don’t give it much thought – other than in my fiction writing.

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by leading author Rochelle. The challenge is to write a story with 100 words or less.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Butolt


Mud oozed between Macy’s toes, soothing the thorn-pierced skin on her bare feet. The sun blazed through parting rain clouds. Shining its light on the thorny bushes and flat earth that spread out in all directions towards the horizon. Behind her, beyond that last hill was her boyfriend, James. The ants and maggots probably got to him now. Joining the vultures that pecked at his dehydrated corpse.

Tears pushed under her eyelids, but never fell. Something roared in the distance, growing louder. Flying against the sun, a chopper droned towards her. Those tears swelled and streamed down her dirt-stained cheeks.

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What a beautiful image by Roger Butolt! My mind immediately went to a story of a woman who survived getting lost in the wilderness. Hope you enjoy it.

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge is to write a full story in 100 words or less.

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Tree of Life

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook


Inside the box were two necklaces. Each bore a pendant of an interwoven tree, delicately crafted, encircled by a ring of gold. Branches reached outwards, wiry roots dug deep into the bottom edge of the circle.

“They’re beautiful.” said Kelly.

“One for each of us.” Leigh fastened a necklace around her sister’s neck. “It’s the tree of life. Wherever you go, you’re always connected to me.”

Then she added with a sad smile, “And to mom and dad.”

Less than two years later Leigh was dead. Her husband imprisoned. Loneliness and grief filling the empty spaces left by the dead.

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Inspired by an excerpt from my untitled WIP novel. Saw the tree and instantly thought of this scene. Modified it for flash fiction. Hope you enjoy it.

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Challenge yourself to write a story in 100 words or less.

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Gilded Cages

PHOTO POMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

White doves cooed and shuffled about in their cages. Restless. The sun was out, a windless day yet Penelope’s mind was fogged over. Thick with anxiety. She glanced sideways at the rows of silk clad guests, smiling expectantly. The minister’s voice cut through the mind-fog, “Penelope?”

The groom’s frown betrayed his embarrassment.

“Penelope?” The minister nudged, “Do you take Jasper to be your lawful wedded husband?”

She could feel her mother’s eyes boring into her from the front row, urging her to finish it. She thought of the futility of marrying only in your social class.

And said, “I do.”

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Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge is to write a full story in 100 words or less.

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Night of the Star



Some things never change.

Nadia looked up at the full moon, brilliantly white. The same full moon lit up the dark roads all those years ago as she held Mama’s hand fearfully. Sobbing for her murdered Papa. Led to that unknown place beyond the mountains she knew so well. She still hated that word refugee. But over the years it became part of her like the moles on her skin.

“Ready Nadia!” her new captain slapped her shoulder. Cheers erupted from the stadium crowd as the team ran on to the pitch. Refugee to star striker.

So much has changed.


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This one is so close to my heart. I had a previous life of entrepreneurship (don’t ask), and my passion was Muslim women in sports. So I started a sportswear brand aimed at developing and encouraging Muslim women in sports. Many women are not active enough for various reasons.

Today I saw this video of Nadia Nadim who has signed on with Man City Women, and I feel like a proud mother hen. Despite the business not working out, this is what it was all for. To develop top level sportswomen. Her story is incredible. Boy did she break barriers. Her father was executed in Afghanistan by the Taliban. Her family fled to what they thought was London, but unknowingly ended up in Denmark. It was the mistake that led to her career as a footballer.

She has achieved a lot in her life already and still plans for much more: watch the video!



Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge is to write an entire story in 100 words or less. Click here to read more flash fiction.




The Inventor’s Daughter

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll


Blood trickled down her shin where it hooked on the barbed wire fence she climbed over. Olivia ignored it.

Gently she lowered her backpack on the ground, unzipped it, slowly lifting out the gadget sought after by every military unit of the world. A tangle of cog wheels it wasn’t sophisticated, though it was more powerful than any weapon ever created. Olivia regretted the task ahead, but not as much as she regretted inventing it.

She had been naive. Weapons don’t end wars. The human lust for power was insatiable. She had to destroy it. Before it destroyed humanity.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers where the challenge is to write a story in 100 words or less. Hosted by Rochelle.


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Country road (take me home)

PHOTO PROMPT © Danny Bowman

“Why can’t I go to my old school?” I sobbed.

“Because we live here now, Mitch, and your old school is hundreds of miles away.” Dad replied.

Dad promised that I would love the new city, the new house and my new school. I didn’t trust the promises adults made. I used to believe everything they said. You’re my little boy, Mitch. I’ll always be right here with you. That’s what mom used to tell me. Then she left and I never saw her again.

Dad calls her a nasty cyst. Whatever that is. I just miss her.

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**nasty cyst = narcissist (Of course, Mitch doesn’t know what a narcissist is and hears something different 🙂 )

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle, where the challenge is to write a complete story in 100 words or less.

I had trouble accessing the link last week (don’t know why) and so if you haven’t yet read my FF post from last week, you may read it here: Ransom.

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