Landslide – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Friday Fictioneers time! The challenge is to write a 100-word story in response to a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Follow the link to her blog for more information. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like, or comment.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Karuna

Landslide

I found the boy alone and afraid, where I knew he’d be. It was the same place I had been found at his age. Same pyjamas too. All those damn Quacks; what did they know?

He dropped his teddy as we evaded the landslide. That was different: mine had survived.

When we were finally safe, he fixed me with a look of pure adulation.

I slapped him, hard.

“You have to break the cycle,” I screamed. “You have to be better.”

I showed him my prison tattoos.

“Don’t grow into me. And if you do, don’t save the next one.”

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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.

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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.

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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.

Séance – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Friday Fictioneers time! A bit later than scheduled this week due to working overtime. If only I could write for a living! 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.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Séance

He lit two lanterns. One for each of them.

Into three glasses he poured generous measures of 30-year old Glenfiddich. He set one down in front of each lantern and one in front of himself.

“I miss you both terribly.” He spoke flatly into the empty room.

“You know why I had to do it, right?”

The lanterns guttered but stayed alight.

Very deliberately, he poured the contents of the other glasses into his, raised a toast and swallowed.

He snuffed out the lanterns by hand, ignoring how sharply the flames bit into the pads of his fingers.