Armstrong – 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.

2017-02-24

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter

Armstrong

The Lunar City of Armstrong. Population 6,001.

Simone squinted. The distant stars and the dust of the Moon’s surface almost resembled a quaint snow globe scene. However, the massive spectre of Earth loomed ever present: white, cold and oppressive.

Armstrong was constructed in secret when climate change became a reality. Humanity’s new home was a luxury afforded only to the richest 0.000001%. And Simone. Her father, a technician, had smuggled her aboard the final shuttle. He used to call her ‘Nina’. Now, the other children called her ‘Token’. The adults avoided her. Her black face reminded them of their guilt.

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Mother – Friday Fictioneers

I’m late to the Friday Fictioneers party this week. Mother won’t be pleased! 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.

2017-02-18

PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young

Mother

He found their camp close to his own, and there he found Mother. When he rescued her from the Dumpster all those years ago, he’d promised to protect her.

“I’m sorry,” he sobbed, tears falling onto her broken face. She was now the second mother he had failed.

“Stop that!” The rebuke both terrified and thrilled him: he could still hear her!

The sound of laughter signalled the imminent return of the teenagers.

“Those brats need disciplining. Be a good boy and see to it.”

He wiped his eyes and unsheathed his hunting knife.

“Yes, Mother.”

 

Seat of power – 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.

2017-02-10

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Seat of power

Every year on the day of the winter solstice, my father would order that his throne be carried out onto the frozen expanse of Lake Konungr. There he would sit all day and night, in silent contemplation, whilst the rest of the kingdom enjoyed the midwinter celebrations.

“Why must you do it?” I would ask, sad to think of him missing the revelry.

“It is important to remember,” he’d reply, “that the seat of power stands on fragile foundations. The King must be forever aware of the cracks that exist beneath him, lest they open up and swallow him whole.”

One Night Fall – 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.

2017-02-03

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

One Night Fall

“Just so we’re clear,” he said buttoning up his jeans, “this was a one-time thing. I’m not really looking for anything serious.”

“Sure,” I replied, heart sinking. “Whatever you say.”

I stood at my window and watched him leave. He didn’t look back.

As he stepped from the kerb, his foot slipped on the ice. I must have imagined hearing the snap of bone but there was no mistaking the screams that followed.

His caller I.D. flashed up on my phone. I ignored the call and went for a shower. He said he wasn’t looking for anything serious.