Hoodwink – Friday Fictioneers

January 29, 2014freyathewriter 40 Comments

Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

Copyright – Claire Fuller

– Hoodwink –

‘Why did you take the photo through the window? Don’t you know anything? Look at the reflections!’

‘The keys have gone missing. And you know how it is – the estate agent needs pictures for the website today…’

‘They’re on the same ring as your car keys –in your goddamned hand! What’s wrong with you?’

‘You know I get flustered… you know that they want the pictures –’

‘-for the website today, yes, yes, you said! But we’re not going to sell grandfather’s workshop to anyone with crappy pictures like that!’

Selena strode away, shoulders hunched high, back ramrod straight. Round one to us, gramps, I thought.

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Consequences – Friday Fictioneers

January 23, 2014freyathewriter 34 Comments

Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

Copyright – Bjorn Rudberg

– Consequences –

Iwata-san stood on his veranda, gazing towards the horizon. Such a beautiful sight was lost on the young man. He was consumed with anger.

All he could see was the ramshackle tin and timber building behind him. Even with his back turned to the monstrosity – as he called it in meetings with his lawyer – it was there, overshadowing everything.

He cursed his father for having a mistress. For dying and leaving a will. For stipulating that his son could inherit all his land as long as Shimuzu-san could remain in her hut until her dying day.

Which would have been just about acceptable, if she hadn’t been younger than Iwata-san himself…

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Stolen – Friday Fictioneers

January 16, 2014freyathewriter 35 Comments

Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

Copyright – Erin Leary

– Stolen –

The skeletons of trees and bushes stand stark in the pale light of a winter morning. The mist hangs low in the valley, shrouding it in mystery.

I remember mornings like this from my childhood. I recall my fascination at the bejewelled spiders’ webs – they sparkle in my imagination, lighting up my mind’s eye.

Appearances can be devastatingly deceptive. Beyond the protective glass, the land is dead. The scorched trees have failed to come into leaf for twenty-seven seasons. We have no reason to expect anything different next year.

We have destroyed the only world we will ever inhabit. There is no turning back.

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