Photo prompt courtesy of Claire Fuller
Adrian had seen the villagers clustered hopefully below, watching him climb towards the sanctuary. He must pass the Keeper’s test, and beg his protection for the coming year.
Now, on a narrow ledge on the highest peak of High Mountain, he trembled as a tiny, wrinkled man emerged from a cave carrying a collection of dusty objects. ‘Only one,’ came the hoarse command. ‘Choose.’ Adrian reached for a gleaming coin, then hesitated, suspecting trickery, and chose a pebble.
The Keeper laughed, picked up the coin and held it aloft. ‘Bad luck. No fortune this year. Doesn’t pay to over-analyse.’
This story is my response to the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers this week, but I missed the boat and couldn’t link it in. Here it is anyway, seeing as it’s written. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this weekly flash fiction event.
Photo prompt courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
‘We did it. Thanks to you.’
‘And to the power of solidarity.’
‘Without you we’d still be slaves to the whims of self-serving masters, tossed on the scrapheap when our usefulness ended. Who’d have thought we’d find ourselves a union organiser after all these years? You’ve revolutionised our working conditions – sick leave, regular rest breaks, and more.’
‘I only wish I’d discovered you sooner. And I wish we’d held out for shorter working hours. But it’s a start. Now, for what you owe me …’
‘Sorry, only two wishes per customer now and you’ve just had yours. Rules are rules.’
Another contribution to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The other 100 word stories in response to this week’s photo prompt can be found here.
Photo prompt courtesy of CEAyr
Wall-mounted speakers crackle to life. Esteemed Leader’s morning exhortation is beginning. We stand as the production line pauses to allow us to concentrate, remember and ponder his wisdom while we work.
His beloved voice is deep, rich, clear: “Our striving is not in vain. Our children will reap the rewards of our sacrifice. Follow me, toward the future. Together we are achieving greatness.”
I am willing. My back is strong. I need no luxuries.
I close my ears to treacherous whispers about our Leader’s expensive cars and sumptuous homes. Everything will be alright. Esteemed Leader says it is so.
This story is for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields on her blog ‘Addicted to Purple’. The other hundred word stories can be found here.
Photo prompt courtesy of Roger Bultot
“Mark his progress, Antonio. He descends halfway and pauses, bathed to striking effect in the chandelier’s glow, adjusts a cuff, then hastens down to retrieve Isabella’s dropped fan, leaning close. She blushes. Is she the one?
“No – look! Lady Francesca faints. He rushes to escort her to a chair. He caresses her waist. She’s entranced – he has her!”
“Ha! They can’t resist!”
“Watch, Julietta. See how Isabella drops her fan, then tilts her head as he leans in, her hair brushing his cheek.
“But no! Francesca has diverted him. Observe how charmingly she swoons. She has him! Francesca is our champion tonight!”
This is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers this week. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this weekly flash fiction event. You can find all the 100 word stories here.
Photo prompt courtesy of Shaktiki Sharma
Beverley was in her retro phase when they married. She wanted to recreate the traditional values of a simpler time. Harold was enchanted. Then one day their laminex and steel dining suite was replaced by an ornate Queen Anne – Beverley had discovered antiques. It was all about timelessness and elegance. Harold adapted.
Next came her organic phase and handmade bowls on a splintery recycled table. Beverley sought sustainability, a natural lifestyle. Harold endured, itching in homespun clothing.
But now he was bewildered. Things were disappearing.
‘Minimalism,’ Beverly explained, studying Harold thoughtfully. ‘If it has no purpose, it goes.’
This story is for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can find all the other 100 word stories written in response to this week’s prompt here.
Photo prompt courtesy of Vijaya Sundaram
Midnight. Vera heard him outside, dragging something down into his new shed.
She didn’t believe his story that it was for potting up plants. Vera had watched every episode of Breaking Bad. She knew that evasive husbands with locked sheds and deliveries in the dead of night were up to no good.
She flinched at muted gurgles and rattles from the shed. Police sirens made her rigid with fright.
When it blew, she raced outside, fearing the worst. Eric staggered out, a sticky, bleeding mess. The shed was wrecked.
‘Ginger beer,’ he spluttered. ‘For Christmas. I wanted to surprise you.’
My story for Friday Fictioneers this week is prompted by a childhood memory of my father’s home-brew plant in our laundry. Yes, it exploded. There was no real damage, just an awful lot of cleaning up to be done. My father made a few successful, and delicious, batches of ginger beer about that time and I think only one of them exploded.
I’m sure the TV series Breaking Bad is generally well-known, but just in case you haven’t seen it, here’s the whole series in 3 minutes.
Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who hosts Friday Fictioneers, where writers contribute 100 word stories in response to a weekly photo prompt. You can find them all here.
Photo prompt courtesy of Georgia Koch
Charlotte was the newest in a long line of Ladies Under Curses. Banished from the living world far below, she got her visuals on a giant screen with excellent social media access. She’d learned to be content.
That was before she saw his facebook videos: sun-dazzled helmet, jewelled leathers, coal-black curls— he was a god, astride a Harley. She had to find him.
She set off downriver, defiant, determined, and in her best snowy-white dress—she was a Lady after all.
Pity she was dead as dust in the bottom of the boat by journey’s end—but a curse is a curse.
This week’s Friday Fictioneers’ prompt is a repeat from last year, so for the first time I’ve been able to do a re-run. However my first story for this picture continued an even earlier one, so I’ve reworked it, combining the two stories. If you’d like to read the two original versions, you’ll find part one here and part two here.
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can read the other hundred word stories here.
Here is the poem that inspired my story.