Photo prompt © Singledust
It was supposed to be a celebration.
David drummed his fingers on the tabletop as his siblings exchanged barbs. Couldn’t they make an effort to get on? Just one evening was all he asked for. But no – they couldn’t even maintain the facade of a happy family for a few hours. He gritted his teeth.
He’d planned the meal so carefully. The table had been booked at their favourite Chinese restaurant – the one they always visited for family occasions – and he’d persuaded everyone to attend. Attendance, though, did not mean cooperation.
Jenny’s hand came to rest upon his, her gentle touch stilling his fingers.
It was his eldest brother who noticed first, falling silent as his gaze fell on the ring. One after another the others followed suit.
“Yes. But that’s not all.” He placed a hand on Jenny’s still flat stomach, and his family erupted into excited congratulations.
“I don’t know why you were so worried,” Jenny teased.
David rolled his eyes. “How do you feel about our baby being an only child?”
Word count: 175
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This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. These week’s prompt was provided by Singledust. Thank you for a great prompt, Gina!
History’s enigmatic weight settles, cloak-like, upon your shoulders as you walk beneath the graceful arches. The weathered stones may be mere remnants of times past, but still they stand, elegant and proud, marking the route along which devout men once walked. As the wind dances around the columns you can almost hear the sound of male voices raised in prayerful song, their worship resonating down through the ages…
This post is for the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge. This week’s theme is graceful.
The photo was taken at Fountain’s Abbey – the ruins of a Cistercian monastery near Ripon in North Yorkshire. The entire site, built out of richly golden sandstone, is beautiful to photograph, but I found the arched walkways running alongside the nave particularly graceful and attractive.
He hadn’t intended to cause such an abysmal mess. It had just been a prank: just stupid, childish folly. But, as blaring sirens grew steadily closer, he knew he was in deep water – and he had no one to blame but himself.
This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. This week’s prompt is by Sean Tan.
Photo prompt © Shivangi Singh
“It’s finally over.” Jonin’s voice held a mixture of relief and sorrow as he gazed at the courtyard below.
Helleni hummed her agreement. Leaning into his embrace, she watched in satisfaction as the final cobble was laid. Only they and the workmen were aware of the crypt hidden beneath the stones – and no word of it would be spoken. She’d make sure of that.
The past five years had been filled with turmoil, as Fenrin sought to claim his brother’s throne. He’d used every scrap of dark energy at his disposal to remove Jonin from power. Not even death had halted his quest.
“He won’t escape now,” Helleni reassured. “The crystal will hold him for hundreds of years. We’re safe.”
“Because of you, my love.”
She smiled as Jonin’s lips met hers in a tender caress. With every kiss, further tendrils of control tangled his heart.
Once, Fenrin had promised her power. He’d promised her influence. Eventually, she’d grown weary of waiting.
Now she knew – if she wanted power, she had to take it for herself.
Word Count: 175 words
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This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. This week’s prompt was provide by Shivangi Singh. Thank you Shivangi!
Her nightmare was always the same. The table was set and decorated, but something about the scene felt wrong… Only the sound of the doorbell caused realisation to strike – Mother was coming to dinner, and the tablecloths hadn’t been ironed!
This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. This week’s photo prompt was provided by Annie Spratt.
Photo prompt – from pixabay.com
“None of them knew I was there, under the bridge, but I heard everything.”
“Yes. I’ll testify. He did it. He killed them all.”
Character count: 134
This post is for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tails prompt. I’ve never taken part in this challenge before, but I loved the photo prompt and was inspired. For this challenge you’re asked to write a story in 140 characters or less in response to the picture. To make sure your character count is correct you can use the online character counter. It definitely helps!
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Photo prompt – The Storyteller’s Abode
Time to Leave
The boats were full, despite the lateness of the day.
Ingrid paused, her foot poised on the gangplank as she looked back at the town. Her throat tightened as tears threatened to fall. How could she leave? The place was central to all of her memories: she’d married Jimmy in the church on the market place; borne her children in the local hospital. She’d walked those streets with steps both weighted with sorrow and made light with joy. Even the thought of leaving chilled her.
“I’m afraid it’s time, dearest,” Jimmy said.
Unfortunately, she didn’t have any choice. The town that had been so bright with life would soon be darkened by death. These would be the final boats to leave. On board, men and women clung to each other, their fear and sorrow almost palpable. Despite the exodus having begun days earlier, many had hoped the situation would change. Now, with ash clouds obscuring the sun, all hope was gone.
Ingrid gripped her husband’s hand and stepped on board.
Word Count: 175
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This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. This week’s prompt was provided by me. The picture was taken in York a couple of years ago, when we visited for the Christmas market. It was an incredibly cold day, and we were amazed to see the boat trips still going on – though at least no one was sitting on the open-air top level.
As always seems to be the case when it’s my own prompt, I found it really hard to write a story this week! Luckily, I did manage to come up with something in the end. This was inspired by a programme about Pompeii I was watching.
I hope you like it.