TLT: Waiting

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Photo prompt – © Rosan Harmans

Waiting

“Why are you here?” he asked, even though he knew the answer.

“I’m waiting for you.” Her heels clunked against the cabinet in a familiar rhythm. “I’ll wait forever if I have to.”

“I won’t be long now.” Ephemeral fingers traced his aged cheek before she faded from view.


This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. I’ve interpreted the ‘three lines’ instruction a little more loosely this week – it’s three lines of dialogue with accompanying descriptions. 🙂

FFfAW: Imaginary Friends

This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. This week’s prompt was provided by me.

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Photo prompt – © The Storyteller’s Abode

Imaginary Friends

“It’s just your eyes playing tricks on you,” everyone always told her. “None of it’s real.” Even her grandmother – who told the most wonderful stories – had always waved a dismissive hand and said, “Your imagination is running away with you again, my girl.”

She hadn’t believed them. Not as a laughing five-year old who watched fairies dance among the wildflowers. Not as a twelve-year old who’d befriended a scarecrow and had adventures with goblins. And not as a twenty-year old forced to sit on the shrink’s couch.

Her ability to see a world invisible to other eyes was no longer viewed as childish imagination – now the words ‘hallucination’ and ‘delusion’ were frequently whispered.

“No,” she told the psychiatrist. “I’ve not seen a thing in months.”

Tonight she’d wash another jar of pills down the sink – she knew her mind better then any doctor ever could. Tomorrow she’d visit with her friends.

Old Aubrey the scarecrow waved from his field as she walked down the long path home. Smiling, she waved back.

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In case anyone is curious, the photograph was taken in Cornwall in the little village of Lizard on the Lizard peninsula, the most southerly place on mainland Britain. There were several scarecrows around the village – the result, we discovered, of a recent scarecrow festival. Unfortunately I only managed to photograph three of them as I only spotted the rest from the car as we drove away. Here are the other two:

TLT: The Runner

This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales.

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Photo prompt – © Martins Zemlickis

The Runner

He ran to escape the anger and fear that had dominated his life for so long, each stride distancing him from the demons of his past. He ran towards dreams of a bright future full of love and hope. He ran because he could – because he was free, unfettered,  and no one could stop him.

FFfAW: Crisis Point

This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, a challenge that asks you to write a story of 100-175 words based on the photo prompt below. This week’s picture was provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ!

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Photo prompt – © TJ Paris

Crisis Point

The library had always been her sanctuary, her escape from life’s hubbub – until her world had crumbled.

Frances groaned, head in hands. Tears pricked her eyes. It was a sensation she’d become too familiar with over the past year. Grief clung, shroud-like, tainting her emotions. The only things she felt with any vehemence were loss and pain.

And anger.

Every action since the day she’d cradled her son’s broken body had been driven by a need for justice. Determined, she’d sought evidence against the company whose equipment had caused her tragedy – and the man at its head.

Sometimes she wondered why she bothered.

It wasn’t as if anything she did made a difference. Nothing she’d found would prove the case against Willis. He was just too rich. Too powerful. What could a single woman do against his army of lawyers? She rubbed her aching temples.

“You can do it, Ma,” Jamie’s voice whisped. His ephemeral scent haunted her senses. She breathed deep, defeat dissipating as she embraced precious memories.

She would not let Willis win.

Word Count – 175

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SPF: Wildfire of Hysteria

This post is for Sunday Photo Fiction, a challenge that asks you to write a story of around 200 words inspired by the photo prompt below.

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Photo prompt – © All Forbes

Wildfire of Hysteria

Mira slid through the shadows, each movement calculated to remain unseen. The inn was silent in the pre-dawn light but early risers might already be watching. Unfortunately, she couldn’t wait for a better opportunity.

She had to get the skull back.

Her preparations had been almost complete when the innkeeper’s boy found the decorated skull on the edge of the village. Obviously intrigued, the dratted boy had taken it home to his mother. She’d promptly shown everyone in the village.

Hysteria spread like wildfire.

Mira had kept her head down but she knew fingers would soon begin pointing. It was inevitable. She just had to complete the ritual, then she could leave.

Despite her taut nerves, reclaiming the skull was simple. She breathed a sigh of relief as she turned to leave.

“Ma Mira?” a young voice peeped. “What’re you doin’ here?”

Mira froze, her heart sinking. Then she fled.

As the mob dragged her out of her cottage, she tried to warn them. Their angry shouts drowned her out. As flames licked her ankles she told them about her sacred task. No one listened.

As consciousness fled, she saw the darkness laughing, no barriers to hold it back.

Word Count: 200

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TLT: Grandma’s Wisdom

This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales.

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Photo Prompt: Stephanie McCabe

Grandma’s Wisdom

Grandma always said that the thing to aim for was elegance, sweetly understated; that the magic lay in the simplicity. The ingredients might be plain but when blended they created a perfection no one could resist. She always got the feeling that Grandma wasn’t just talking about cakes.

 

 

 

 

FFfAW: The Window

His post is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, a flash fiction challenge run by Priceless Joy, that asks you to write a story of 100-175 words based on the photo prompt below. This week’s prompt was provided by Nonnaci. Thank you Nonnaci.

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The Window

Raen stood in the doorway and considered the benefit of retreat.

A group of senior mages clustered in his work chamber, their gestures wild and voices excited. Their grey clad forms obscured his view of the window but he could feel the hum of active spells. He cursed. Now was not a good time for the old fogeys to poke into his work.

“Ah, good. You’re finally here.” Raen bowed his head as the high mage’s sharp gaze locked him in place. “Care to explain.”

The mages moved aside. Broken glass covered the floor, shards glimmering in the light from within the circular frame. Bloody footprints led away from the mess.

Raen winced. Explain was one thing he couldn’t do.

He’d only ever wanted to observe, to learn about lifestyles in other realities. After years of research he’d discovered the latticework of spells necessary to create his first window. He’d never considered that a window worked both ways… or that a broken window could become a portal.

Not until last night, when she’d come through.

Word Count: 175

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FFfAW: Perfect Position

This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, a challenge that asks you to write a story of 75-175 words based on the photo prompt below. This week’s prompt was provided by TJ Paris. Thank you, TJ!

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Photo prompt – © TJ Paris

Perfect Position

Viordan clambered up the scaffolding with the ease of long practice, the familiar weight of his satchel on his back. His presence would pass unquestioned – no one cared about the artist’s assistant, especially when the artist himself was below being congratulated on his work.

Today the Grand Master had officially completed the final panel on the ceiling of the Imperial Palace’s great hall, bringing their long project to an end. They’d spent years perched above the bustle of the court, palace life continuing on regardless of the divinely inspired art being created overhead.

The position couldn’t have been more perfect.

He’d never expected his youthful love of painting to be of use in his adult life – though he should have realised that anything was possible when working for Intelligence. Still, the assignment had surprised him from the start. Being able to indulge his art while collecting the information his masters required was an unexpected pleasure.

Today his assignment changed.

Viordan withdrew the crossbow from his bag and lined up his perfect shot at the throne.

Word count: 175

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Six Word Story: Luck

This post is for The Sometimes Stellar Storyteller’s Six Word Story Challenge. This week’s theme is luck.

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Copper circle glints: fortune’s promise claimed.


I have to admit that I was a little stumped at first when it came to this week’s prompt. I had a number of different ideas but nothing that really leapt out at me. Then I visited the blog of the lovely Sabina Ayne and discovered that today is National Lucky Penny Day. This immediately brought one of my favourite traditional rhymes to mind:

See a penny,
Pick it up,
All day long you’ll have good luck.

See a penny,
Let it be,
Then bad luck will come to thee.

See a penny,
Pass it on,
Then your luck will never end.

 I noticed when googling the rhyme that everyone seems to have a slightly different version of it. I’d love to know which version you know.

TLT: The Long Wait

This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales, a challenge that asks you to write three lines in response to the photo prompt below.

The Long Wait

She’d held his promise to write close to her heart, waiting patiently each day for the mail to arrive. Disappointment failed to dull anticipation, even as weeks accumulated into years. Someday she’d receive the missive that would allow her to rest in peace.