Out of business – Friday Fictioneers

I’m playing Friday Fictioneers catch-up! Too late to add it to the link-up but I thought I’d write a story anyway – the photo was too good to let go! 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.

2017 05 26

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Out of business

“This place is a mess,” I groaned.

“Yeah, the previous tenants got out pretty fast. Then the bailiffs arrived. Never seen a business go under so quickly,” he chuckled. “You’ll do fine though, boss.”

“You’ll clean it up?”

“Sure!” He flashed me a gold-toothed grin. Sign the lease, pay the deposit: it’ll be good as new.”

I nodded towards the old sign.

The Good News

A positive way to start your day!

“Some kind of hippie newspaper,” the landlord said. “Only printed ‘nice’ stories.”

He cleared his nose and spat.

“Gotta know your market.”

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Disappearing Act – 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.

2017 05 19

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Disappearing Act

His legs and lungs were on fire. He’d been running for fifteen minutes and they were still on his tail.

Manhattan was no place for a getaway. So damn busy! He couldn’t ‘port if someone was watching: his power required privacy.

Out of options, he burst through the door of a diner and headed for the restroom.

The cubicles were occupied and the startled man at the sink gawped at him.

Hearing shouts, he ducked behind the door as it was kicked open. It obscured him from view for just long enough. He was gone by the time it closed.

Cain – 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.

2017 05 12

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Cain

The driver responsible for the death of schoolgirl Stephanie Woods was still unidentified. The papers used words like ‘coward’, ‘monster’, and ‘heartless scum’. Cain didn’t see any of those things. He saw a promising student who had just been accepted into university; a teenager, not yet a man, who had made a terrible, life-defining mistake; someone so overcome with guilt and grief that he had barely slept in three weeks. Most importantly, he saw the little boy he had promised to always protect. He saw his brother.

Unblinking, Cain met the officer’s gaze.

“I’m here to confess to a hit-and-run.”

The Pattern – 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.

2017 05 05

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

The Pattern

“I still can’t believe we’re here,” she said. “This is the most romantic thing anybody has ever done for me.”

She kissed me, then looked around again in amazement.

“Aren’t the buildings beautiful? Look at the roof tiles on that one! Such a pretty pattern!”

My heart stopped suddenly, then raced to catch up with itself.

“Baby?”

“I’m fine,” I said. “Let’s find somewhere to eat.”

I glanced back as we left. The pattern was just like carpet in the old lady’s house. I tried not to think of her damp eyes; her pleading voice. This vacation hadn’t come cheap.

Lavender and Sandalwood (Part 2) – Friday Fictioneers

The challenge of Friday Fictioneers 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. This week I have written a two-part story in an effort to catch up on recent photo prompts I have missed. This is Part 2. Part 1 can be found here. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like, or comment.

2017 04 28

PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young

Lavender and Sandalwood (Part 2)

She had not lied. She would be with him until the end. That end would come soon: he barely satiated her hunger anymore. With no tears to weep for him, she knelt and kissed the ground, soaking her face in the dew-sodden grass.

Dawn was creeping over the horizon as she plucked at the lavender bush. The sun’s burning kiss was the only thing she could still feel, but she knew she mustn’t linger.

She sprinkled the lavender into the coffin, an ornate sandalwood piece commissioned by a former lover. She was grateful: decay was a difficult scent to mask.

Lavender and Sandalwood (Part 1) – Friday Fictioneers

The challenge of Friday Fictioneers is to write a 100-word story in response to a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out her blog for more information by clicking here. This week I have written a two-part story in an effort to catch up on recent photo prompts I have missed. This is Part 1. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like, or comment.

2017 04 21

PHOTO PROMPT © Magaly Guerrero

Lavender and Sandalwood  (Part 1)

He watched from the bed as she laced her shoes. She always left before the sunrise.

As she kissed him goodbye, he lost himself in her scent: lavender and sandalwood, with a hint of something earthy and tantalising underneath,

“I must go,” she said, placing a finger on his lips to stop his protestations. “Your nurse will be with you in a few hours.”

“I used to be so strong,” he lamented. “How cruel for that strength to fail me, now that I have you.”

She paused at the door.

“I will be with you until the end. I promise.”

Fame – Friday Fictioneers

A seriously late Friday Fictioneers entry! I must get my act together. 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 04 14

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Fame

The pizza was greasy and uninviting. He chased it down with red wine, leaving lipstick traces on the glass. It would come back up soon: all part of the act.

As Travis Damien, he had been a teen sensation, but success didn’t follow him into adulthood. The albums flopped, the tours grew smaller, and the girls stopped screaming his name. Then, he created ‘Belle Eamia’.

His new persona caused outrage but brought the fans back in their droves. The problem was, he loathed her.

“Five minutes, Miss Eamia,” came the call.

His reflection smirked, victorious. Nobody called him Travis anymore.