I Saw

Time again for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 words of fiction based around the photo prompt provided. An oasis amidst the sand, pop on over and sample the wares.

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Photo Copyright : ceayr

Some nights I still watch from the window. The almost light, chasing shadows over the road. Almost catching, almost touching, but they never do.

Sometimes I wonder if it ever happened at all. Memories are funny like that. One minute they’re so sharp, so vivid that the fear can steal the breath right out of your throat. Then the next just shades, like merging hues that float across your eyes.

They said that she’d left, closed the house and moved away. They said that I had dreamt it, that I was only seven and shouldn’t tell tales.

But I saw, I know I did…

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Under The Bed

under the bed

I can curl as tight as a ball and make myself really, really small. Smaller than Buster, because he’s got four legs and smaller than James because he’s eight and he’s a boy and boys can’t curl. Me and Jemima are gonna stay under the bed. I think Jemima’s a bit scared. She doesn’t like the shouting.  I’m not scared.

I wrap my arms round Jemima and whisper in her ear. Her ear isn’t there anymore because James pulled it off, but I whisper in the hole a bit louder so she can hear me. I don’t think she’s scared now, because her good eye’s still open. James glued her other eye shut with that sticky stuff that looks like a lipstick. I wasn’t his friend then but he said he didn’t care because girls can’t be friends with boys, it’s not allowed.

The bedroom door opens. Jemima’s scared again so I hug her real tight. But I think I hug her too tight because her head comes off.  She doesn’t cry though, she’s good like that. Any hows it happens a lot so I think she’s used to it now. I can see brown shoes standing at the bed. Jemima can’t see them because she’s got no head. The brown shoes are just waiting. ‘brown shoes’ has laces so he must be very old. Mummy said I can have laces in my shoes when I’m a big girl. ‘brown Shoes’ comes nearer the bed. I can see Jemima’s head near his foot. Jemima gets scared again.

It’s all gone quiet now. Jemima doesn’t know what’s happening because ‘brown Shoes’ kicked her head under the dressing table and its dark under there. My knees are getting sorer and sorer and I want to go to the toilet.  But ‘brown Shoes’ is still there and I don’t know what to do. I want mummy to come and tell ‘brown Shoes’ to go away.

The door opens a bit more and I can see mummy’s feet. She doesn’t have any socks on but I know it’s her because her toes are red. Mummy says I can have red paint on my toes when I’m a big girl. You can have everything when you’re a big girl. Mummy stands next to ‘brown Shoes’ and they’re making slurping noises, I think they’re eating an apple.

Mummy and ‘brown Shoes’ must be tired because they’re lying down now. They’re still eating apples. Opps, naughty ‘brown Shoes’, he must have had a little accident, because mummy’s made him take his trousers off.  Mummy says you don’t have accidents in your pants when you’re a big girl. It must be just girls then, I’m glad I’m a girl.

Mummy’s started saying her prayers now and it’s not even bed time yet. She keeps saying “Oh God” and I’m getting a bit scared because she must have been really naughty.  Jemima says she’s hungry so I’m going to come out  and ask mummy for one of them apples. I bet she’ll be surprised to see me…

The Pit-Stop

Time again for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 words of fiction (or thereabouts) based around the weekly photo prompt. Too much fun to miss, follow the link and give it a go.

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

Photo Copyright : Jean L. Hayes

Thick sand covered the ground, but every now and again a snap of colour bit through the dirt. Reds and blues, hints of green, shades of life and hope.

A kaleidoscope of patterns distorting and reforming under a thousand different footsteps. Never the same, never repeating. Unique.

Tucumcar was like that. Unique.

A neon oasis in the endless dust. A pit-stop for the weary and the hungry. They all came. Used the restroom, filled their bellies and their tyres.

And while they ate, someone sucked the air right back outta them tyres.

Oh they all came, but they never left.

That’s what makes Tucumcar unique you see!

A Penny For Your Thoughts

Once more unto the breach…. or so the story goes. I’ve missed Friday Fictioneers for the last few weeks but great to catch up again. A 100 words of fiction based on the weekly photo prompt. Grab a seat, pull up a stole, sit awhile and read…

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Photo Copyright : Claire Fuller

He glared. She felt a hand reach in, grip her heart and squeeze.

“a penny for your thoughts” he growled, making her gasp and step back. Fear stealing her voice.

He raised an eyebrow.

She swallowed.

He raised the other.

Afraid of his answer but needing to know, “Can I get them back” she whispered.

“Nay, you sell em, I own em” he snarled.

Trembling, she held out her hand as cold nickel scorched her palm.

A moment later, on the back wall, the shelves were no longer empty.

She didn’t think about that. She didn’t think at all…

Cara Brown

I’ve written so little fiction lately, I thought I’d join in the fab Sunday Photo Fiction this morning. 200 words of fiction based around the prompt provided. Follow the link to join in.

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Cara Brown knew who she was. You could tell by the way that she walked, the way she held her head, looked up at the sky and said bring it on.

I didn’t know where she lived, I don’t think anybody did. She was a bright star we worshipped from afar, never daring to get too close.

Perhaps we were frightened that she wasn’t real; that the dream of her could unravel and shatter into a thousand tiny fragments of disappointment and loss.

But then one day she was gone.

And life seemed that little bit duller. It was as though the main light had been switched off and we were only left with the afterglow.

It was months before the cave was found. Hidden behind large stone boulders, overlapping in such a way to look as if the cave was completely sealed. It wasn’t until you were stood right in front that you actually saw the opening.

Inside they found clothes, cooking pots and a large ornately framed mirror, mottled with age and cracked down the middle.

Charcoal drawings covered the walls, frantic and menacing, each one the face of Cara Brown.

If only the cliffs had eyes…

The Library

Wednesday again and time for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 words of fiction based on the photo prompt provided. This weeks pic made me think of scribbles and riddles and silly type rhymes. Excuse my fluffy entry this week, not sure if it’s too much or too little wine!!

kentbonhamPhoto Copyright – Kent Bonham

Did you hear that?

What?

That!

What’s that?

What’s what?

That!

There it is again

What is?

That is!

What’s that?

What’s what?

That!

Did you hear it then?

No.

Oh my god, you’re driving me mad. I don’t EVEN know if I heard it now.

Heard what?

It!

What’s it?

What I heard.

What did you hear?

Forget it, I didn’t hear anything.

Then why did you say it?

Say what?

What you said

Because I did.

Did what?

Hear it!

Hear what?

GO. LEAVE. CAN’T YOU SEE THE SIGN? NO TALKING.

There’s no need to shout, I’m not deaf!

 

The Devil You Know

Time again for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 words of fiction based around the photo prompt provided. Follow the link to join in the fun. I’ve gone a little dark this week, a change is as good as a rest, or so they say.

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Photo Copyright : J Hardy Carroll

Light and dark, love and hate, he was friends with both, intimately acquainted. On the surface; welcoming, familiar, someone you remember, someplace you can’t forget.

And yet if you looked a little closer, held his gaze a little longer,  a sense of something darker, something you couldn’t quite place.

Evil filled his cup, though he seemed a reluctant connoisseur. An internal battle fuelled by passion and need, waged war against emotion and faith.

My soul watched, as they walked past my broken body, buried deep beneath the brambles.

Reverend Jones wiped a tear from my younger sister’s cheek.

I felt his darkness stir…