Honey – Sunday Photo Fiction


She’s not as young as the others, mid-forties I’d say. No precarious stilettoes, no fishnets, no vaudeville make-up mask. She wears sensible heels, a slightly loose-round-the-hips pencil skirt, a classy turquoise silk blouse.

I think she’s an office worker caught up in the wrong crowd. But no, she leans in to the slowing cars along with the best of them. She knows her stuff; it’s second nature. The professional smile flashes on, leaves her eyes alone. A real pro.

I can’t hear what she says over the traffic, but can lip-read enough. She’s not shy about the trade, knows her worth. Drivers shake their heads, move on to the cheaper packages, the ones who need the money for the pimp and the needle. Finally, she stands alone.

The Rolls Royce sweeps into view. Here he is, her target. No need to show her wares. Her eyes smile now. A rear door opens, out steps her man. She sashays slowly around the bonnet, tapping her nails lightly on its gleaming paintwork.

“A little late tonight. Five hundred, Mr Sloane.”

I hear her now; the street is empty.

“A steal, my dear. And my pleasure, as always.”



I am trying to be consistent and write for Alistair’s Sunday Photo Fiction  each week. He supplies us with his own wonderful photos, so deserves our support! I was looking through my files of flash fiction pieces, saw the semi-finished piece and tweaked it a little. I think it works – and it’s certainly not obvious! I hope you enjoy it – and please do visit his blog, take a look at the other submissions and take part, if you feel inspired (and why wouldn’t you?!). Happy Sunday, all….

Do take part if you have time, or just pop over and read the other entries!

Consequences – Friday Fictioneers

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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Possessed – Five Sentence Fiction

It’s time for my latest offering to Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction, a weekly prompt where there is no word limit, just a limit on the number of sentences. Plus, although she provides a word prompt, it is just for direction only – you don’t have to include the word itself in your contribution.

This week, the prompt is  – FLOWERS.

Do let me know what you think of my offering below – and whilst you’re at it, why not take a look at everyone else’s offerings (I’m sure they’ll be fabulous), and even give it a go yourself…


– Possessed –

I stride down the corridors looking neither left nor right; in a lucid moment she has asked for me and I glory in this, holding the knowledge close like a treasured possession.

I suppress a secret smile as I gaze at her, my fingers pressed against the window to her room; my plan has worked, although to render her this helpless I must have overestimated her weight.

The thought pleases me – I like them… delicate.

She is sleeping; her dark lashes heighten the pallor of her cheeks and this thrills me beyond all imagination – I am undone.

Entering her room, I place the two blood red blooms, intertwined like lovers, on the empty chair; she will see them on waking, and understand.

Lillie McFerrin Writes