She lay there motionless on the cold, bare kitchen floor, staring up at the utensils. The morning light was just starting to make it’s way through the grim covered skylight. She had found this small place for herself and made it her own. But these little quarters that she had considered her sanctuary for so many months, had changed overnight.
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Photo Prompt © Roger Bultot
Sarah quickened her pace along 5th Avenue. Breathless, she entered The Met, and rushed to the ‘guided tours’ meeting point.
She scanned the crowds nervously. He wasn’t there. Disheartened, she led her group to the first exhibit.
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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Photo Prompt © J Hardy Carroll
The day John finished his 15 year sentence, he made his way to the old neighborhood. His eyes paused at the run down building. With its corrugated iron roof, frayed walls and intact windows – it tug at his heart-strings.
Photo Prompt: J Hardy Carroll
From the waiting room, I calmly make my way through the double doors into the hallway. The distinctive smell of antiseptics is hard to digest. Why are hospitals so cold? The surroundings austere. This is nauseating.
Photo Prompt: Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode
Saturday afternoons for Edward meant taking his boat out to the island. He had bought this small piece of land as a wedding present for his wife 15 years ago.
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.
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Photo Prompt – Dawn Miller
Melissa had taken her time getting ready this morning. She was seldom rushed, but today she felt a sense of urgency to get to her appointment. She was a confident, successful woman with a thriving career. Managing several teams and conducting across the board meetings was second nature to her. But today, hesitation consumed her.
Photo Prompt © Dale Rogerson
Kate entered her apartment after finishing a rigorous 12 hour rotation at the hospital. She had completely immersed herself in the residency program, which didn’t leave time for much else.
She glanced at the left over pizza and wine on her dresser. He had probably waited for a while and then left – as always. A part of her wanted to call him back. But this evening she chose to be by herself and savor the solitude. These moments were hard to come by. She put on her favorite music, danced, indulged in pizza and wine. A perfect evening by her standards!
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.
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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.
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