#FF: Rusted memories

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© J. Hardy Carroll

FridayFictioneers (#FF)

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

Sometimes, we just want (or need) to remember, even the painful stuff.


Rain pelted down, as darkness descended over the town.

Derek and Kylie had been searching since Sunday and were not about to give up, even if the police were.

He doesn’t want to be found, the constable said. He’s sick, they insisted.

For five days they’d searched his usual hideouts. Surely he wouldn’t come here. Forty miserable years he’d spent in this factory. The building was a hazard then, and now—rotten floors, falling timbers…. In two days, they were coming to demolish it. Finally.

A raspy voice rose from the back room.
“Dad? What are you doing here?”

~~~ YinYang ~~~

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#FF: The star still burns

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© Janet Webb

FridayFictioneers (#FF)

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


I’m the figure on the stone. Naked and exposed, or sleeping my days away.

She takes me from this room only to see Dr. Cullen. She says I’m too frail. She says I must stay here. She says it’s for my own good. She says she doesn’t have time to take me to the garden.

She doesn’t understand. My brain works, but this damned body won’t cooperate with it anymore.

Yesterday, she brought me the jar of fairy lights. She said I could pretend they were stars or fireflies.

I pray for the dark.


~~~YinYang.png~~~