Sinkhole – 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 and Merry Christmas to all who take the time to read, like or comment.

2016-12-23

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Sinkhole

“You open?”

He wasn’t a regular.

“It’s our last night. Closing on account of the sinkhole. Seating area’s cordoned off. I can offer you a stool at the counter.”

“You alone?”

“Manager’s in The Bahamas. Chef refused to come in. No hot food, sorry.”

“Coffee’s fine.”

They chatted as he drank. She fought to keep her voice steady and her eyes dry. Fifteen years: such a waste.

“You know,” he said, leaving, “when you’re sinking, you only really got one choice.”

On the counter lay five hundred-dollar bills and a note that read: Swim.

Muddle through somehow – 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.

2016-12-16

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Muddle through somehow

Elizabeth looked out of the window and bit her lip. On horseback they might make it to the Jefferson farm before nightfall, but Mama said Old Man Jefferson was a scoundrel. By morning they’d be snowed in.

Billy padded into the room clutching his blanket.

“Mama still won’t wake up.”

“I told you to leave her be.”

“She ain’t woken in days,” he said pouting. “At least she quit coughing.”

Elizabeth blinked too late to catch the tear that rolled down her cheek. Billy held her hand.

“Don’t worry Betty,” he said. “She’ll wake tomorrow, you’ll see. Mama loves Christmas.”

Rebirth -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.

2016-12-09

PHOTO PROMPT © Lucy Fridkin

Rebirth

A woman was screaming.

He wanted to comfort her, but he was already drifting away.

He saw the world from a distance. He understood the universe and his place within it. He drifted further until the darkness enveloped him.

A woman was screaming.

Cold, blinding light replaced the warmth of his dark slumber.

Air rushed to his lungs. Now he was screaming.

Somebody held him close.

Everything felt so familiar.

Sweet liquid hit his tongue and he drank hungrily.

He opened his eyes and saw a face he had never met but instantly recognised.

He felt safe, and slept.

One Word – 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.

2016-12-02

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

One Word

The tree braced against the wind, emitting a creak which sounded more like a shriek.

Pleeeaaaase.”

The sound startled me. It was so raw: full of pain and desperation.

I studied the tree: bark forever scarred by the initials of multiple lovesick teenagers, long since separated; one limb irreparably damaged by the careless placement of a camp fire; and now I was attempting to add the final insult.

I removed the noose from my neck and climbed down.

I met my best friend at my lowest point. He has only ever said one word to me.

It was enough.