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#FF: A dog’s life

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Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

FridayFictioneers (#FF)

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


I hate this shower, Duke thought.

I’m clean. I played for three hours in the lake.

Why are they torturing me this way?

How would they like this foamy white stuff all over them? It’s inhumane.

And that smell. It smells like those little purple flowers in the garden. I can’t stand being near those flowers.

Finally, they’re finished. Three wet towels. Heh. Heh. Bet if I shake hard, they’ll let me out of this jail cell.

“Ahh. Duke. Do you have to do that every time?”

Yep, now open that door. I have a lake to conquer.

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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.


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#FF: Nothin’ fancy

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© Sandra Crook

#FridayFictioneers (#FF)

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


Don’t know why they called it a Singer, ‘cause it sho’ wouldn’t sing for me. I jumbled up more outfits ‘n I care t’ remember. My fingers still got callouses from jammin’ ’em under the needle or tryin’ to pry out them balls of thread from a messy seam.

Ma could make it sing though. When we was little, she done beautiful clothes at the factory.

Worked long hours, she did, ‘n’ always come home tired. Never had much time for me and Jemmy, but we always had food on the table and, of course, decent clothes. Nothin’ fancy mind you.

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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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MFtS: Watching

2015-01-26-bw-beachamThis is my entry for the Monday’s Finish the Story (MFTS) challenge. Here’s the photo provided for which I’ve written a flash fiction piece (122 words). Enjoy, but beware — it’s a little sad. See you all next Monday.

She was unaware that she was being watched.

Tall and proud, she stood. Continue reading MFtS: Watching

MFtS: Check mate! (A monologue)

2014-12-15-bw-beachamThis is my entry for the Monday’s Finish the Story (MFTS) challenge. Here’s the photo provided for which I’ve written a flash fiction piece. Enjoy! But, just so you know, I’m not really this cynical — just having a bit of fun with the prompt. 😉


 

They say that life is a game of chess.

Yes, that’s what they say. Well, let me tell you something, my friend. That’s exactly what it is.

When you’re young and romantic, you grab onto your knight in shining armor. If you’re lucky you get a quaint little castle in the ‘burbs and produce two heirs: your prince and princess.

Then, before you know it, some young leggy rook takes your knight and your castle. You pawn everything just to keep your little kingdom together and feed your progeny.

To top it all off, the lecherous bishop at your church tries to put the moves on you when he finds out your single again.

Well, look at the knight now. He may think he has become the king of his new demesne, but he’s on a short leash moving only one step at a time at the whim of the evil black rook.

But, you know what, my friend? That’s okay.

I’m the queen now.

Check mate, buddy.

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Looking for another new challenge? Don’t be shy… check out this week’s Creative Expressions.