FFfAW: Happy Families

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Photo prompt © Singledust

Happy Families

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.

“You’re engaged?”

“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!

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TLT: Sparks

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For a time they’d shone brightly, the sparks flying between them igniting passions that burned with fierce abandon. But such a blaze could never last. Now, from the ashes, they had to build a new life – though whether together or separate had yet to be decided…


This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales. It’s a little late, I know, but better late than never!

TLT: Picture-Perfect

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Photo Prompt – © Grant McCurdy

He’d wanted a picture-perfect life: a happy family and well paid job with all the perks. Instead, young voices argued yet again while bills piled high. He sighed as gentle hands massaged the stress away, accepting reality – his life might not be picture perfect, but he wouldn’t change a thing.


This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales Challenge. This week’s prompt was provided by Grant McCurdy.

TLT: Walls

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His memories crowded close: an impenetrable barrier denying access whilst holding him back from the world. But he was sick of being imprisoned by the past. Caed knew it was time to tear down the walls – from their rubble he could build a marvelous palace in which to celebrate a bright future.


This post in for Sonya’s Three Line Tales. This week’s prompt is by  Jace Grandinetti.

As with last week’s TLT, I’ve again written a snippit about one of the characters from my Nano novel,  meaning that the words can be included in my word count. Yay! With these fifty added to it, my current total is 26,567 words, meaning I’ve narrowed the gap between myself and the current par to only 5,100 words. I will catch up eventually!

As I’ve mentioned before, due to the amount of time I’m putting into NaNoWriMo, I’m spending far less time on the blog this month than I usually like to do. If I haven’t responded to your comment or visited your blog, thank you and sorry. I will try to visit you at some point soon. 🙂

Thanks for reading.

TLT: Dolls’ House

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Photo prompt: Dmiti Popov

There were times when Sylvina felt like merely a figure in a dolls’ house, her whole life dictated by the whims of others. But enough was enough. She refused to be merely a decorative toy any longer – it was time for her to take control of the game.


This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales. This week’s prompt is by Dmitri Popov.

In case anyone is interested, the character of Sylvina is actually from my NaNoWriMo novel – which means that writing this actually added to my word count. Yay!

TLT: Guiding Light

I’m re-posting this because for some bizarre reason half of the post vanished. It’s now back with the full three lines it was meant to have!

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Photo Prompt – William Bout

She’d thought he was her beacon, her guiding light through the treacherous shoals. Too late she’d discovered he was merely a will-o’-the-wisp leading her into dangerous waters. Now she stands alone on the rocks, and the only light she follows is her own.


This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. This week’s prompt was provided by William Bout.

 

TLT: Fruitful

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Photo Prompt – © Inma Ibáñez

She’d always dreamed of a fertile union. In her youth she’d painted her lips cherry-red, desperate to attract a partner to fulfill her desires, only to be left with a sour taste as their rot spread through her life. Now her season was waning – maybe it was time to reach for the promised fruit alone.


This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge.

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: Paradise

This post if for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) Challenge, run by Priceless Joy. This week’s picture was provided by Sonya O of Only 100 Words. The challenge is that you write a story of 75-175 words inspired by the photo prompt below. Here’s my entry.  I hope you like it.

Photo Prompt: © Sonya O.

Photo Prompt: © Sonya O.

Paradise

Even after the heartache of recent events, the beauty hidden beneath the ocean’s surface still brought her peace. Every morning she swam to the reef that encircled the island, where fish darted in streaks of vibrant colour between delicate coral structures. With net in hand and a crudely woven basket over her shoulder she caught her meals for the day.

Henry had called her obsessed, had accused her of loving the sea more than she did him. He was probably right.

She’d developed her fascination as a child, joyously unwrapping the book on marine life on Christmas morning. It was her parents’ final gift before the accident that killed them.

She couldn’t help but wonder what had become of her treasured text. Henry had no reason to keep it. He’d made his feelings quite clear when he left her treading water, their yacht dwindling on the horizon.

The loss of the book was her only real regret.

Other people might find being stranded alone on an island an unbearable situation – to her, it was paradise.

Word Count: 175

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