Monthly Archives: January 2016

Friday Fictioneers – Actions and Consequences

ff270116Vera’s whole body was shaking. In her right hand she still held onto what was left of the bottle of Chateau de Sable. The rest of the bottle lay in pieces around Billy’s head. At first she thought she’d killed him, but then he started to groan.

The meal, the cheap bottle of red: it had been Billy’s clumsy attempt to rekindle any lingering passion. Instead, all it had done was rekindle a belief in Billy that his wife was his to do with as he pleased.

Vera had to think fast. There was no easy way out of this, but one way or another, this would all end here.

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Friday Fictioneers – A Final Composition

ff200116Flakes of Viennese snow drifted in through the open window. On top of the grand piano a single candle dripped wax onto unscored manuscripts. A once warming fire now lay cold and grey in the hearth. Crippling fever pains again gripped his stomach; tears of stale sweat drenched his shirt.

None of this mattered – all that mattered was the commission, and his reputation.

Gripping the quill as firmly as he could between trembling, calloused fingers, two more bars, and then three more, were added to the overture. This requiem would be finished on time, even if it killed him.

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These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.

(Apologies to the makers of Amadeus for this ham-fisted plagiarism of their cinematic masterpiece!)

Friday Fictioneers – Personal Everest

ff130116Warm sweat was pouring down my back. The ends of my fingers tingled with pins and needles. My lungs were aching. I struggled to focus on my surroundings. I could barely hear the voice.

‘Only another few steps’

My mind was scrambled. The pain was searing. I just wanted to stop; to let the others go. There was no point in anyone waiting for me – I was a lost cause, and surely they knew it.

You can make it!’

With one last effort I was almost there. Almost…and then the music stopped.

Ok, class, see you next week’

I hate January.

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These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.

Friday Fictioneers – Last Will and Testament

ff060116‘…and now we reach the final item.’

The lawyer paused to take a sip of peppermint tea. The house, within which the assembled relatives sat, had already gone to a second cousin few had ever met. His 80% stockholding was now in the hands of five bowling buddies from the company mail-room.

‘My GX2012 Lear Jet with landing rights, storage and ten years of fueling and pilot fees paid in advance, I leave to my friend, Dylan.’

‘Dylan?’ enquired Aunt Agatha.

In a warm, quiet corner of the room, an old Labrador stirred briefly at the mention of his name.

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These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.