PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
“I feel sad.” said Afshan.
Aabid knew, but encouraged his daughter to talk, “Oh, why do you feel sad?”
He flung a piece of rubble the size of a football to the side. His arms trembled. The bombs struck in darkness. That was two weeks and three burials ago. Memories of his wife and two children clutched at his heart.
“Everything is gone. Ruined.” Such big words for a little girl, he thought sadly.
“Yes.” Grief threatened him as he was violently confronted by the ruins of his former life. “All we can do is look ahead. Start over.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers where the challenge is to write a story in 100 words or less. Hosted by leading flash fictioneer, Rochelle.
Thanks to Sandra Cook for providing this week’s photo prompt.
Things can change so quickly in life. Enjoy the present moment, and surrender to whatever it holds for you. A good attitude goes a long way. I tried to depict this in this week’s flash fiction, with Aabid surrendering to his loss and still looking ahead to whatever Life brings his way. I struggled with the title on this one.. The Aftermath was the best that came to mind…
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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.
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.
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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.
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!
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.
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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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.
**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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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.