Trolleys – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Friday Fictioneers time! The challenge is to write 100 words based on a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out her blog for more information by clicking here. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like or comment.

2016 07 29

PHOTO PROMPT © Janet Webb

Trolleys

“Which one?”

“What?”

“You said ‘relax, be yourself’. I’m asking which you’d prefer.”

He rolled his eyes. “God, you’re hard work.”

“I don’t mean to be. I just feel wrong sometimes. I’m like a trolley with a dodgy wheel, one minute I’m fine and the next I’m veering all over the place.”

“Tommy,” he sighed. “You need to decide what you’re more afraid of: being loved or being alone.”

I couldn’t. So he left.

Yesterday I asked a supermarket attendant what happens to trolleys with dodgy wheels. I can’t remember his answer. I guess I don’t really want to know.

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The turning of the tide – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Friday Fictioneers time! The challenge is to write 100 words based on a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out her blog for more information by clicking here. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like or comment.

2016 07 22

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

The turning of the tide

The whole world seemed grey on the day we finally admitted defeat and abandoned our home.

Lady Liberty remained, torch held aloft, as if waving goodbye. As we passed her, I noticed condensation glistening on her cheeks like tears.

Nobody knew where the creatures had come from. Even miles from shore I could still see herds of them on the horizon. Gigantic beings! And they were the gentle ones. The wind carried the roars of the not-so-gentle ones. Everybody on the boat shuddered in unison – the reaction of a species no longer top of the food chain.

The White Tide – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Friday Fictioneers time! The challenge is to write 100 words based on a weekly photo prompt chosen by our good shepherd Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out her blog for more information by clicking here. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like or comment.

2016 07 15

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

The White Tide

The car hadn’t moved in an hour and now the silence was worse than the shouting that had preceded it. Somehow I knew this would be our last family holiday.

Dad muttered something.

“Be careful Geoff.” Mum replied, “You can shear a sheep many times but skin her only once.”

Suddenly we heard a cacophony of bleating as a white tide rushed towards us.

“Sheep!” Riley shouted.

“See?” Said Dad, “You are a witch.”

Astonishingly, Mum began to laugh. Then Dad joined in. Soon we were all at it, laughing like crazies whilst some unknown shepherd drove the tension away.

Escape – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Friday Fictioneers time! The challenge is to write 100 words based on a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out her blog for more information by clicking here. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like or comment.

This week’s photo is great. It reminds me of two amazing holidays I had in Cyprus. Yet somehow my story is another glum one – default setting I’m afraid. I’m much more fun than my writing suggests. Promise.

2016 07 08

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Marler Morrill

Escape

I left a month after the funeral. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going. I sold the house. I severed all ties with work. I changed my email address, mobile number and deleted my Facebook account. This was an opportunity – a chance to start again, to be anonymous, free.

Standing in an empty street in a town I couldn’t pronounce, I realised I had achieved everything I wanted. I searched for the peace I thought I would feel but found only unrest and fear. Icy fingers gripped my heart as the sun burnt my brow.

You can’t escape yourself.