#FF: Saving Grace

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© Sandra Crook

This week’s 100-word story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.


Brother Ambrose softly hefted the bag of newly ground rye over his shoulder muttering yet another prayer.

Everyone was at Matins, so he was safe. This would make many loaves of bread for the orphan children in the village.

In the seven years he’d been at the monastery, he’d stolen countless bushels of food. If the abbot, discovered his theft he’d be punished for a year, he was sure; but, aye, it would be worth it to see the foundlings eat.

His only justification was that somewhere out there one of those foundling children might be his own.

***

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#FF: No pie like it

FridayFictioneers (#FF)

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© Roger Bultot

This week’s 100-word story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.


“The first and best apple pie I ever ate was in this diner.”
“Really? I thought Grandma’s was your favorite.”
“It was.”
I scowled in confusion.
“My dear, Lily got her first job here when she was only sixteen. I came every day. She made the apple pies herself from her mother’s recipe.”
“You married her for her pie,” I laughed.
I pretended not to see his eyes mist up.
Grandpa had us, but I knew he was lonely these days. He still comes to the diner every day.
Memories, I suppose.
But now he orders only coconut cream pie.

~~~

#FF: Celebrate

FridayFictioneers (#FF)

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© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

This week’s 100-word story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.


“Look at you.” Sara stamped her feet and closed the door behind her, shutting out the icy winter wind. “You look cozy. Nice fire, and what a gorgeous view.”
“Thanks. I love watching the horses. Oh look, there’s deer too. Have some tea and a slice of cake. Here’s a blanket. Curl up here in the other chair beside me.”
“Wow. You’re going all out here. Love all the candles, and those socks. You’re Grandma made those for you, didn’t she?”
“Yes, a few years ago.”
“You’ve certainly created an atmosphere, haven’t you? I love it.”
“Yep. I’m celebrating hygge*.”


* Hygge (pronounced hoo-gah). I hope you all take time to celebrate hygge this holiday season. Best wishes to you all and may luck shine on you in 2017.
http://www.visitdenmark.com/denmark/art-danish-hygge http://www.bbc.com/news/magazine-34345791
http://hyggehouse.com/hygge

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#FF: The more things change

amy-reese
© Amy Reese

100-word Flash Fiction
#FridayFictioneers

This week’s 100-word story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.


Esther stopped at the foot of the stairs and thumped her cane on the concrete.
“What the hell am I doing?” Her voice grated in unison with the rusty gate.
First step.
Second step.
She stopped again on the top landing and wheezed a long breath.
“Fifty-three years,” she muttered.
In the doorway across the little alley, a chrome walker appeared in the doorway pushed by a hunched man in a gray tattered sweater and plaid slippers.
“Well, gosh damn.” He squinted. “Esther? Is that you?”
“Still living in a dump, I see.”
“And you haven’t changed a bit, sis.”
“Nor you, brother.”

***

Incompatible?

melanie-greenwood
© Melanie Greenwood

100-word Flash Fiction
#FridayFictioneers

This week’s story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

I’m back after a month of Nanowrimo and a busy Christmas season. Happy New Year to you all. I wish you all health, happiness, and good words in 2016.


Everything was so simple just a few months ago. Last summer we built a gorgeous little lake house on Lake Wacamole. Norm gave me a gorgeous vintage quarter-caret solitaire at Christmas.

Two years we spent making plans to simplify our life. The minimalist life looked better every day. Norm was going to work from home. I was going to pursue my writing.

Then everything changed.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” he gushed at the private jet sitting on the tarmac. “I have another surprise for you.”

Norm pulled out a map of the Caribbean. “This little island? It’s ours.”

Damned lottery!

***

Ghost ship

 

sandra
© Sandra Crook

100-word Flash Fiction
#FridayFictioneers

This week’s story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.


 

I plop into the lawn chair and settle in to wait.

They said it appears every August around full moon, and this year I am determined not to miss it.

I have my camera.

I squint into the last rays of setting sun as it burns a path across the waves.

I check my watch. Soon.

An hour later the moon rises behind me. White sparkles dance off the black water.

I jump as a deafening screech rises in the night. A ball of red flames bobs on the waves.

Fire on the ocean!

Just like they said.

Where’s my camera?

***

Why, Billie?

ShoeOnGrateCEAyr
© C. E. Ayr

100-word Flash Fiction
#FridayFictioneers

This week’s story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

I’m back after taking a few weeks to write for NaNoWrMo. I made my 50,000 on Day 15, but I’m still writing until the end of the month just to see how far I can go. I wasn’t sure I could do it, but I did! Whoohoo! And now for my story… Enjoy!


 

“I had shoes like that once.”

“What did you do with them?”

“I threw them off the Tallahatchie Bridge.”

“Why?”

“I wore them every day until Billie jumped off that bridge.”

“But why throw your shoes into the water?”

“A remembrance, I guess. Billie loved those shoes. He liked that they made me taller and he didn’t have to bend as far to kiss me. He was over six feet tall, you know.”

“Why did he jump?”

“People have lots of theories, but no one knows. I don’t know. Some people speculated we tossed our baby, but that ain’t true.”

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