Flash Fiction

Sunny Afternoon, no Clouds.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Duarte lent back in his deck chair, twisted off the top of a beer and settled back to watch the dust eddies twirl past. Presently he heard the schlep of Leandro’s footsteps.
“Afternoon, Duarte? All go is it?”
“It has been, had quite a rush on.”
Leandro judgementally surveyed the dusty stall of fruit and vegetables.
“You’ve still got half the produce left. You’ll never get rich like that.”
Duarte turned to study the shelves himself and after a little deliberation said, “No, I’ve sold half the stock, I’ve a beer in my hand and the sun’s shining, I’m a rich man.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

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Death’s Curtain Call

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Great prompt this week but must say though, I struggled.

 

 

 

 

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“Marvellous, darling.”
“You think so? It all seems so hollow without Larry.”
Gloria stared at the bouquet in her arms. Malvio placed a hand on hers.
“He’s looking down proud as punch.”
“He was always jealous when I played opposite other leading men. Why didn’t the dagger retract? It could’ve been fatal, if it hadn’t caught in Liam’s tunic.”
“Don’t worry, we’ve replaced the prop; it was just a sticky blade.”
Malvio squinted into the gantry, “Larry,” he whispered, “I promised I’d look after her, now just leave it.” Then he considered his plans, “Although a malevolent ghost could be useful.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

Free to Fly

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dawn Miller

“Thought you’d be here…You have to turn yourself in.””
“My favourite place as a kid. Lying on my back watching the kestrel slicing perfect patterns in the sky. I liked to imagine it was my spirit, flying free.” Gavin wiped his wet cheeks. “I couldn’t take him treating me mam like that.”
Kenyon felt suddenly dizzy and wretched; despite the divorce, he hadn’t been there for either of them.
“Everyone should pay their dues but I can’t cage you.”
He offered all he could now, money.
“Good luck, you’ll need it. Best you don’t contact us anytime soon, son.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

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Besieged

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Judd sucked the life out of his cigarette and flicked the butt off the porch. He shook his fist at the waning sun. “Trust you to leave ‘till all the trouble’s done.”
He peered into the gloomy shadows of trees and shrubs. “They’re out there somewheres and they’ll be comin’ again with their wailin’ and hollerin’.”
Inside the house, he bolted the door. “There won’t be no sleepin’ tonight.”
He pulled a tabby cat onto his lap. “Don’t worry, I won’t let them get’cha.” Then under his breath, he muttered, “Should have got you spayed when I had the chance.”

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Choosing our Religion

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It’s been a long time since I entered a piece for FF. I’ve endured a classic case of life intruding when I was planning other things. Part of life though was getting my second novel to third draft stage, so I’m intending to release that soon. It’s a sequel, by popular request to, From the Edge of an English Summer and follows the further adventures of Julian and Wordsworth, fighting crime in their suburban backyard. In the meantime, I intend to get back into the ever enjoyable PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz                         and rewarding habit which is,  Friday Fictioneers.

Here’s my offering for this week, I hope I’m not too rusty.

“Fashion is expensive, hence divisive. People are mugged for their Prada, stabbed for their trainers. Nationalising garment production eradicates so many problems.”
“But, your Excellency, why make the clothes so long and shapeless?”
“To respect the feelings of the modest and religious.”
“But aren’t we outlawing religion?”
“Banning religion simply ferments fervour and drives it underground, chapels in cellars, every pantry a priest hole. We have to enlighten them to recognise the state as their religion.”
“Where you’re God?”
“Indeed, I will be their deity.”
As a duty to the people, the chancellor stabbed his Excellency, “We’ll continue worshipping Nike, thanks.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

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It’s Important to Abide by the Law

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Just a little fun this week gleaned from the antics of certain characters I know.

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Randy Mazie

The three men stumbled outside and across the dark car park, bumping off wing mirrors. Drunkenly they lumbered up the hill almost avoiding obstacles like lampposts the council had put in their path.
They came to a large sign.
“Whazzit say?”
They pitched their collective intellect at the question.
“No shumthin.”
“Not ‘No shumthin’’, no…then shumthin’. Looks like trees.”
“No trees? …I can see shum.”
“Think it’s ‘No tree pissing.’”
“Oh…that’s a problem.”
“Now you mention it.”
“Me too.”
Compliantly, they hopped the fence and hobbled in the direction of where they thought they lived, occasionally grimacing and squeezing their trousers.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

 

See it, say it, sort it. Suspicious bag at the airport.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Ridiculous, this country. Snow doesn’t stop Canada,” Dower raged.
“But this was a bomb scare,” Higgins sighed.
“Surely they’ve enough experience to deal with these things expediently.”
“Someone wanting a dump couldn’t fit his case in the stall. He asked someone to watch it but she got worried.”
“Did she check the bogs before she went code red?”
“She didn’t know his name and baulked at trying the cubicles.”
Dower scrutinised his companion, “You know this because?”
“It was my luggage.”
“You’re the friggin’ terrorist?”
Hands up, Higgins sniffed, “Problem is, after the controlled explosion, I haven’t any clothes for tonight.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

 

 

 

 

The Break Up

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PHOTO PROMPT © Valerie J. Barrett

“Put the kettle on Polly.”
“My name’s not Polly.”
“I know I was just referencing…what’s up?”
“I don’t know, so much to do…the ironing…”
“Don’t worry, it’s not pressing. See what I did there?”
“For heaven’s sake!.. Sorry, I know you’re trying…”
“But you’re not prepared to.”
“Can’t you see? If it takes this much effort it’s not right.”
“There’s someone else. Isn’t there.”
“Sort of.”
“What’s that mean?”
“I’ve only seen him twice.”
“Only twice but that’s enough to make him the better option?”
“Where are you going?”
“To pack my things…and I’m taking the iron, it’s mine.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

Confession Made Fun

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

“I bet you’ve played ‘Pin the tail on the donkey’.”
Blood dripped from the ropes scoring Jason’s wrists; his feet dangled two feet off the floor.
“In this version, you’re the donkey.”
Caspar blindfolded himself then felt for a thin blade on a workbench.
“I’ll miss initially if you keep swaying, or I might spike you in the rear which will make sitting uncomfortable. Eventually though, I’m likely to fatally stab you, so stop me at any point.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll tell you where the body is!” Jason screamed
Caspar sighed, “Spoilsport, you could’ve given me a couple of goes.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

The Excise Man and the Ghost

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Tom scanned the clifftop and cursed the excise man atop his horse. He heard the slap of the waves against the boat and caught its signal. The man saw it too, for he replied in Tom’s place to tempt it ashore. The fool would catch trouble.
Donning a phosphorus dipped cloak, Tom feigned to glide eerily along the tideline.
The officer shrieked, “A ghost!” but instead of fleeing, he charged at Tom and swooping down pulled him onto the horse, crowing, “Not the spirit I expected but you’ll do little ghost. We’re not as gullible as them at Hadleigh Castle.”

I feel a little explanation may be required.

Back in the day smuggling into Britain could be a  brutal business, those employed to prevent it were often outnumbered and came to grisly ends. The smugglers would prefer to go about their business undisturbed though and ghost stories were often used to hide their operations and scare off the superstitious. At Hadleigh Castle a pair of ‘phantoms’, – the White Lady and Black Man – made dramatic appearances just before a shipment of illicit liquor arrived, and duly disappeared when all the liquor had been moved away. There is no doubt that the famous 18th century legend of ‘the Ghostly Drummer of Hurstmonceaux Castle’ in Sussex started with some enterprising smugglers and a little phosphorus! – by Ellen Castelow

 

 

 

‘The Ghostly Drummer of Hurstmonceaux’

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