Pensive Moments

Photo Prompt: Sandra Cook

There was a chill in the air that evening, as Clara closed the doors to her flower shop and walked down the cobbled street, avoiding the puddles, as she made her way home

Slowing down, by one of the dimly lit lamp posts, she reminisced about a night like this many years ago. The delicate flowers, soft music and a moonlit sky. A perfect marriage proposal.  

Shaking that thought, she rushed home. The lasagna had to be put in the oven. Her husband and children would be waiting for her.

But would things have been different had she said yes?

Word Count: 100

This is pure fiction and not based or inspired by true events.

This post was written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge hosted by the wonderful Rochelle. The idea is to write a short story (100 words), based on the photo prompt provided.

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Finding solace in writing

Photo Prompt © Sarah Potter

Catherine had wanted to get away for a while. Her life had become an endless succession of disappointments, making it a breeding ground for anxiety, anguish and uncertainty.

She managed to book a quaint rustic cottage in rural Spain for the summer. As she arrived and made her way down the cobbled steps towards the shed, she felt a sense of calm prevail.

The antiquated desk was pushed back against the window. Catherine hesitantly opened the top right drawer to find an incomplete handwritten manuscript. She pulled up the chair, and sat to complete the story. It was her story.

Word Count:  100

This post was written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge hosted by Rochelle. The idea is to write a short story (100 words), based on the photo prompt provided.

I really struggle with trying to capture the essence of the story in 100 words, but quite enjoy the challenge.

Happy Reading!

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Anticipation

Photo Prompt © Jellico’s Stationhouse

Every Thursday afternoon, MaryAnn would wait by the kitchen window. She stood there, parting the tattered curtain in anticipation. She eagerly awaited the first sounds of his bicycle as he rode up the cobbled pathway and towards her home. Would he come visit today as she hoped?

She was lost in reverie, thinking back to the time they laughed together and how she cared for him. It was her decision that broke up the family she loved.

As the kitchen door creaked open, there he was. Standing tall and handsome.

“Is there warm tea ready mum? I’ve brought some scones’.

 

This post was written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge hosted by Rochelle. The idea is to write a short story (100 words), based on the photo prompt provided.

To read more interesting stories, click on the blue frog.