A life wasted – 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.

2016-09-30

PHOTO PROMPT © Amy Reese

A life wasted

It began as a place to store his dreams, desires and aspirations. He’d write them on slips of paper, fold them neatly and place them in the rented storage container.

As the years went by it became the place he stored all of his disappointments, regrets and shame.

Elderly and atop a ladder, he attempted to add his final entry to the tip of the mountain. His balance failed him, the floor broke his bones and thousands of neatly folded slips of paper rained down, burying him completely.

The piece found clasped in his hand read simply: ‘A life wasted’.

Newton’s Window – 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. Apologies for my delay in responding to any recent comments. I do read them when I get the email notifications and they are very much appreciated. I’ll catch up soon.

2016-09-23

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Newton’s Window

The window was open. It shimmered before him, golden and beautiful. Newton marvelled at it. The last person to create such a phenomenon was his great-grandfather, just days before his disappearance. He had left clues to its creation behind in his journal. Clues which three generations of descendants had failed to decipher. Until today.

Dear Beatrix.

I have to know what is on the other side.
If there is a way back I will find it.
If not, please don’t follow me.

I love you.

Daddy

Leaving the journal on the floor, Newton stepped through the window. Into the unknown.

The Miller – 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.

2016-09-16

PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma

The Miller

I hate that skeletons are always grinning: like they are glad it’s all over and find it funny that the rest of us have to keep going. Some joke.

This one was different. It had taken the whole morning to gain access to the mill. When I finally breached the barricade I found the miller inside guarding a stash of provisions, including whiskey. His grin was infectious. I laughed for the first time in weeks.

I wanted to do something special to honour him. Feeding his bones to the millstone, I let his dust cover the place he once loved.

Never go looking – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Friday Fictioneers time! The challenge is to write 100 words based on a weekly photo prompt chosen by our tailor, 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.

2016-09-09

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Never go looking

Sara couldn’t sleep after the story, not with Grandmother’s sewing machine in the next room.

Was there magic in this old thing? She stepped forward to touch it, inadvertently placing her foot on the pedal. The needle bit down like a viper’s fang.

Her screams woke the neighbouring houses.

“I wanted to be Aurora,” she sobbed later. “I hoped a prince would come for me.”

“He will.” Grandmother soothed, planting kisses on her bandaged finger. “The path to true love is filled with painful moments. The secret is to never go looking for it. Let it find you.”