Cross the river

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I read a story today.
About a woman.
Abused. Read more

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Au revoir, Édouard

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

100-word Flash Fiction
#FridayFictioneers

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


I step onto the terrace of my pied-à-terre.

Dusk creeps in. The pounding rain reflects my resolve.

I watch Édouard as he gets into his black Porsche 918 without a look back. God, I hate Porsches. The car should have been my sign from the start. The arrogance, the snobbery. I always knew I’d never fit into his life. And, now it’s reality.

Anyway, I don’t need him. Daddy left me plenty and I don’t intend to waste one more second on the Édouards of this world.

Au revoir, Édouard.

I dial my realtor.

Then I book a flight home.

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The bridge

© The Reclining Gentleman
© The Reclining Gentleman

100-word Flash Fiction
#FridayFictioneers

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


Sweaty palms. Beating heart. Death grip on the steering wheel.

Remember the words.

The book said, “Do something out of your comfort zone. Do something you always wanted to do.”

Karen always dreamed of a road trip, but always she worried about what might happen to a woman traveling on her own.

Now? House rented. New car. Suitcases packed.

Cold grief shivered up her spine. Her first time across the bridge in seven months. Seven months since John and her daughter Katie died in a horrific accident on this very bridge.

What could be worse than that?

Nothing. Just drive.

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#FF: Brigid’s fire

rachel-bjerke100-word Flash Fiction
#FridayFictioneers

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

But first, a bit of context: Brigid was a goddess to the ancient Celts. She was goddess of healing, poetry, fertility, sacred wells, springtime, and the forge. She was the model on which the Christians based their St. Brigid (of Kildare, Ireland). 


Calybrid raised her arms to the sky. Reflections in her well swirled and bubbled. Her goddess was nigh. Read more