Monthly Archives: August 2016

Friday Fictioneers – Starting Over

ff310816Sasha’s dilated, bloodshot pupils remained fixed on the flashing TV screen. Sasha hadn’t moved for hours.  He’d watched distant and detached as an endless carousel of colourful commentators welcomed in the new millennium. From Dunedin to Delaware, the world had moved from old into new. Crackling fireworks, cheering, happy smiling faces: revelers looking forward with hope. Sasha hadn’t looked forward with hope in such a long time.

The once groaning heap between Sasha and the TV now lay silent. Rivulets of crimson no longer dribbled across the slate floor.

‘Happy New Year, Sasha,’ he whispered, while raising the glass to his lips.

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

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Friday Fictioneers – Aftermath

ff210115A lone gull hovered above the windswept harbour. Its heart-breaking cries echoed unanswered amongst the rusted, abandoned hulls below. In the distance angry crimson clouds continued to rumble, yet the seas remained eerily, unnaturally still. There was nothing left I could do here – there had to be someone else alive, and I had to find them before it was too late. I checked the map once more and readied to leave. I looked skywards just as the gull turned inland towards the smoldering city. A chill went through my body as scented warm rain began to fall.

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

It’s an old prompt, but a new story. No re-treads on here.

(Due to time constraints, today was a ‘write the first sentence and see what follows‘ effort. I hope it doesn’t feel too disjointed or wishy-washy as a result.)

Friday Fictioneers – Desert Island Notification

ff170413I wiped hot sand from my lips; sticky sweat dripped down my sunburnt back. It had been days since a violent storm had tossed the splintered wreckage of my yacht onto this island. From my shaded cover all I could see was endless ocean. Then something caught my eye – a fleeting sparkle on the water’s edge.

I stood up and stumbled warily out into the baking heat. A green bottle bobbed through the white foam, inside a piece of paper.

The handwritten note began, “Friday Fictioneers Prompt…”

‘Good old Rochelle’, I thought. She certainly does think of everything and everyone.

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

It’s an old prompt, but a new story. No re-treads on here.

Sunday Photo Fiction – Trouble in Paradise

168-08-august-14th-2016A thin trail of blood trickled down his ring finger. At first the tiny wound had barely even stung – he couldn’t even remember how, or when, it had happened. Now there was a stiffness in lower arm. Slowly that sickening stiffness cascaded up towards his shoulders and then out and around the rest of his failing body. His legs suddenly gave way as he collapsed to the ground struggling for breath. These distant, hidden rainforests had been the photographer’s life; today they might prove his death.

His whole body and mind were now shutting down. Yet, it would surely pass. This was just a temporary shock: the primitive defence of some ancient flora defending its hard won territory. But as daylight began to ebb he remained on the sodden spot where he’d fallen. Drips of warm, sticky sweat covering his now fevered brow. In the distance desperate hopes were raised by shouts. Yet unable to respond, unable to cry for help the shouts soon faded – the piercing white searchlight of torches extinguished as his lonely vigil once more returned to clawing, suffocating darkness. In the near undergrowth something slithered in his direction.

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Other entries for SPF can be found here.

Friday Fictioneers – Happy Birthday to Me

ff120314A bikini-clad girl waved as her white leisure cruiser sped past the end of the pier.

Brad wiped bubbling froth from his top lip. ‘Jeesh, don’t you just wish you were 20 again?’

I smiled.

I hadn’t see 20 for nigh on 30 years. A lot had happened in that time – plenty of it good, and yeh, some not so good. But through most of it I’d been with the one person I truly loved – the one person who was there when I needed someone the most. I’d never risk losing her, not even for another life.

‘You bet,’ I lied, reaching for a cold beer.

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

It’s an old prompt, but a new story. No re-treads on here.

Friday Fictioneers – Last Man Standing

ff080513‘It’s her, Chief.’

I didn’t need to be told. I already knew whose battered, broken body they’d found in the apartment above the Laundromat.

A month ago a painting had been sent to Police HQ. It was a childish mess of colours and shapes, but in amongst the confusion were faces – four faces. As of tonight, three of those faces were dead. They’d all been watched, but they all still died.

Now only one, seemingly unidentified face remained breathing.

‘We’ll get him,’ I said to my lieutenant.

I double-checked my service revolver was loaded. When the coward finally came for me, I’d be waiting.

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

It’s an old prompt, but a new story. No re-treads on here.