Monthly Archives: January 2015

Friday Fictioneers – Birth Rites

ff280115An icy wind whistled through the broken, abandoned buildings that formed, the once prosperous, St. Logan’s Cement Works. Three floors up, we huddled desperately for warmth in the corner of a derelict staff room. Droplets of oily condensation fell from the leaking roof, hissing against the single, glowing orange bar of our fire.

Ellie-May could never have foreseen a moment, or indeed a life, like this.  I doubt she’ll ever get over the rejection, let alone the deeply hurtful words, both said and written. I only pray she’s strong enough – for herself, and our child.

Ellie-May exhaled a deep breath and tightly squeezed my hand. It was time.

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These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.

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Friday Fictioneers – A Troubled Voyage

ff210115Trembling fingers clamped tightly onto my mother’s soaking sleeve. If she too was afraid she never let it show. Instead, with each of my screams she simply pulled me that little bit closer. In the bow, my father and sister huddled together, shielding us from the worst of the spray.

The stomach spinning dips and swales kept coming. Each fresh surge of frothing, freezing cold water threatened to sink our flimsy craft. All hope seemed lost.

Suddenly, mercifully, the raging water was becalmed. A bearded man reached out a wrinkled, scarred hand to pull me onto dry land.

Since that day, even being near the Log Flume brings me out in a sweat.

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Friday Fictioneers – Hunger Pangs

ff140115Two lonely stars glistened in the black, wintry sky shrouding Baltimore. Through a top floor window, watching eyes narrowed as the red-haired woman from the coffee shop paused to light a cigarette.

The dining-room fire crackled – the watcher’s thoughts swiftly returned to the evening ahead. The Dean of Psychology didn’t respond to just any old dinner invite. The Dean was an important man, and he knew it – his mind and intellect almost unchallenged.

The clock above the fire chimed quarter past seven – the Professor was late. If there was one thing Hannibal couldn’t abide it was tardiness.

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Friday Fictioneers – A Day In The City

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The pungent, sticky  downtown air tasted of hard-fried onions. Busy, stressed faces brushed by. One or two grumbled and scowled as Evie paused to read the flashing signs. Everyone was going somewhere in a hurry, if you weren’t, you were just in the way.

Evie had replayed her mother’s pleading words a hundred times over, during the long, hot journey from the Route 66 pit stop they called home.

‘He wants to see you, Evie’ her mother had said.

To Evie the man was nothing more than a blurry image, buried deep within a fading mosaic of childhood memories.

Evie sucked in nervous breath before hailing a taxi.

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These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.