Friday Fictioneers #15 – Almost Done

PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright = Douglas M. MacIlroy

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction challenge to create a 100 word story based on a photo prompt and then receive as well as share feedback with writers from around the world. Approx 100 submissions are entered every week.

Please read the other submissions here: http://new.inlinkz.com/luwpview.php?id=465857

Almost Done

(Word Count: 42)

Writer: “Everything I write is crap.”

Inner critic: “Correct.”

Writer: “No one will ever take my work seriously.”

Inner critic: “And…”

Writer: “I have no original ideas worth exploring.”

Inner critic: “Ooh! You’re going off script now. My work is almost done.”

Friday Fictioneers #14 – Their New Lives

PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright - Sandra Crook

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Sandra Crook

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction challenge to create a 100 word story based on a photo prompt and then receive as well as share feedback with writers from around the world. Approx 100 submissions are entered every week.

Please read the other submissions here: http://new.inlinkz.com/luwpview.php?id=465542

Their New Lives

(Word Count: 100)

Marta forced her arm out of Jorge’s grasp. “Stay down and shut your mouth before they find us!” he scowled.

Siblings always fight but this time it was for their new lives.  The man they knew as “El Jefe” took their money but broke his promises and used them to distract the US border patrol (who would never fire on children). Meanwhile, he maneuvered a large amount of heroin to a specified location for pick up.

Marta hated the grueling terrain and filth surrounding them but there was no turning back.

America was their only hope.

Friday Fictioneers #13 – Photogenic Memory

Studio Lights from Kent

 Copyright Kent Bonham

 

 

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction challenge to create a 100 word story based on a photo prompt and then receive as well as share feedback with writers from around the world. Approx 100 submissions are entered every week.

Please read the other submissions here: 

Photogenic Memory

(Word Count: 100)

“Look at us – why didn’t we work out? I mean, over one cocktail, we’ve picked up exactly where we left off.”

“Please! You were SO career-driven. I spent many nights crying myself to sleep – longing to become your priority.”

“The money was fun to spend though. Remember Fiji and the Maldives?

“Yes and I was furious when you cut both trips short for work! See there’s that photogenic memory of yours again.”

“You mean photographic?”

 “No – photogenic. You remember yourself as the handsome star of the show basking in the warm spotlight.”

“Ok. Got it. Next topic…”

Friday Fictioneers #12 – Family Tree

Copyright-John Nixon

 

 

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction challenge to create a 100 word story based on a photo prompt and then receive as well as share feedback with writers from around the world. Approx 100 submissions are entered every week.

Please read the other submissions here: 

Family Tree

(Word Count: 100)

“Ya gotta believe me, Jimmy – she double crossed us.”

“Ray, ALL I believe is that you’re a damn liar! You and your dumbass girlfriend over there thought you’d use MY car for the getaway.”

“C’mon man, we’re family – “.

“So while ya’ll split the bank bags, the cops would put the A.P.B. out for me?”

“No!  I – I mean…”

 “Guess what she said just before I slit her throat? ‘He buried it under a tree.’ So when you’re done digging her grave, you better find those bags.”

 “And if I don’t, cousin?”

“Then you better dig two.”

Friday Fictioneers #11 – A New Routine

Copyright -Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Copyright -Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction challenge to create a 100 word story based on a photo prompt and then receive as well as share feedback with writers from around the world. Approx 100 submissions are entered every week.

Please read the other submissions here: 

A New Routine

(Word Count: 100)

She disappeared behind closing elevator doors. Again David took the stairs, two and three at a time.

He retrieved the squirt-top bottle from his gym bag – dowsing his face and neck with ice cold water.  Next the Binaca spray.  Clumsily missing his opened mouth – it burned like mace in his right eye.

In the lobby – a hand towel masked his tearing eye while the other focused on “the mystery girl from 6A”.

They exchanged smiles.

Once the elevator doors closed for him, David finally exhaled and leaned against the hand rail. This new workout routine may be getting results already!

Friday Fictioneers #10 – The Man Of Her Dreams

AdamIckes-boardwalk

copyright – Adam Ickes

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction challenge to create a 100 word story based on a photo prompt and then receive as well as share feedback with writers from around the world. Approx 100 submissions are entered every week.

Please read the other submissions here: 

Word Count: 99

The cabana shade they ran to at the end of the long boardwalk offered little refuge from the sweltering heat…which was only intensified by the desire burning inside them both.

She summoned him with her eyes.

His olive complexion and chocolate gaze would have been enough for her to write volumes about but then there was his naturally chiseled physique and slightly callused hands: one buried in the hair at the nape of her neck and the other slowly unbuttoning her blouse.

Her arm raised then forcefully slapped the snooze button on her alarm clock for the second time.

Friday Fictioneers #9 – Kept Quiet

Copyright - Danny Bowman

Copyright – Danny Bowman

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction challenge to create a 100 word story based on a photo prompt and then receive as well as share feedback with writers from around the world. Approx 100 submissions are entered every week.

***Dear readers! The last line below is supposed to read “Until we meet again…our words are our kisses”. I triple checked the translation online but please correct me if this doesn’t translate as intended. Also, The 320th Barrage Balloon Battalion was the first African American United States Army unit to come ashore on D-Day (June 6, 1944) during WWII***

Word Count: 100

June 6, 1984

Mon chéri,

Should we tell our families the truth?

Seeing the grandbaby’s face has so overwhelmed me! Even more than these views of Normandy shoreline. If I could’ve stayed with you after my long stint in rehab…I’d have cherished every inflection of your broken English.

As we celebrate another anniversary through letters and photos, the televised memorials of D-Day will come and go with little discussion of the 320th battalion’s contribution to the allied invasion. Race relations here still have a long way to go.

Jusqu’à ce que nous nous réunissons à nouveau…nos mots sont nos baisers.

Friday Fictioneers #8 – Equinimity

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Copyright Sandra Crook

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction challenge to create a 100 word story based on a photo prompt and then receive as well as share feedback with writers from around the world. Approx 100 submissions are entered every week.

Word Count: 71

“At least this job tending to your ex’s horses will be STABLE work.”

“Stop it.”

“Just having a little fun. Don’t want to STIRRUP any trouble.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“I MARE may not be but I’ve got a lot of creativity. You should accept it with EQUINIMITY .”

“You know what…I don’t need the money bad enough to put up with this. I QUIT!”

HAY!

“WHAT?!?!?”

“…don’t BALE on me now!!!”

Friday Fictioneers #7 – The Bridal Chorus

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Copyright – David Stewart

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction challenge to create a 100 word story based on a photo prompt and then receive as well as share feedback with writers from around the world. Approx 100 submissions are entered every week.

Word count: 99

The cloudless Oregon sky and bucolic countryside became their cathedral.

Fortunately, this was the mildest July any of the old folks could recall and, of course, a nervous groom in a rented tux needs all the relief he can get. His uniform of well-worn denim and scuffed up boots is of no use to him as his flowingly gowned bride to be (still out of view from the rest of the attendees) began to eye the perfectly adorned gazebo where he stood waiting.

Both hearts leapt as the ringing of a makeshift bell tower replaced the traditional bridal chorus.

Friday Fictioneers #6- The Bartender

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Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction challenge to create a 100 word story based on a photo prompt and then receive as well as share feedback with writers from around the world. Approx 100 submissions are entered every week.

Word count: 100

That’s my wife. Her name is Linda.

We settled in Camarillo soon after my failed attempt to take Hollywood by storm. She encouraged me to continue to develop my passion for painting, if for no other reason, to help retain my sanity through all the auditions and rejections. My claim to fame is I was anonymous businessman #3 standing in a lunch line for one of those Grisham movies.

She was a dancer and taught some privately but, when we felt the timing was right, we scraped every penny and took a loan out for this restaurant.

So…how’s that Sangria?