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.

After the battle – Friday Fictioneers

Another late Friday Fictioneers entry! 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 07

PHOTO PROMPT © Jellico’s Stationhouse

After the battle

The warriors were a hubbub of conversation. I tried to stay attentive but a full stomach and my first taste of ale were making me drowsy.

An old man seated alone conjured up shadow puppets that danced across the wall. I recognised most of them as the strange animals native to this place. My eyes grew leaden. The images morphed into memories of home: my sisters playing, Rufus chasing a squirrel, Mother’s bicycle. I tried to call out, to ask the stranger how he knew of these things, but sleep had me in its grip and refused to let go.

Anahita – 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 03 31

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

Anahita

The girl, known to the locals as ‘Little Ana’, Burt’s orphaned grandchild, crept to the quietest part of the marina where the derelict ships were moored. She was an odd thing, they said; traumatised by the death of her parents. She played by herself and wore mittens all year round.

Confident she was alone, Anahita removed her clothes and slipped soundlessly into the water. Burt would disapprove, but she detested swimming costumes. The ocean’s kiss sent an electric current rippling across her skin, awakening her dormant scales. She dived effortlessly: webbed fingers and toes propelling her down into the deep.