The Spendthrift

 

 

 

 

 

Photo Credit: Magaly Guerrero

“More shoes!”
“I need them,” she says
“You’ve dozens and only two feet.”
Paul wondered how often shoes were cited in divorce proceedings.
“We can’t afford them. We’re up to here in debt.” He banged the back of his hand under his chin.
“They were cheap.”
“Cheap? Dog shit’s going for half price at the moment; shall I get a stock in?”
“Now you’re being stupid. If it distresses you, I’ll take them back.”
“The bank’s letters distress me.”
“I’ll take them back, but can I keep the clocks?”
Suddenly, Paul was aware of the loud tick-tock of time running out.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

It was Only Supposed to be a Bit of Fun

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright Dale Rogerson

An open pizza box, discarded crusts and half-finished cartons of garlic sauce turning rancid, littered the floor.
The room had witnessed too many box-set binges and reeked of sweat and stale duvets.
Kyle tumbled off the sofa, “What happened? I can’t remember anything after series two, episode four.”
He groaned at the debris of drug paraphernalia and empty bottles, his head thumped, his stomach heaved.
He yanked the duvet off his girlfriend, “Lola, wake up.”
The girl didn’t stir, her lips white against the crimson vomit that dribbled from them.
He held her tight, but his hot tears couldn’t warm her.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

Chapter 22 – Sacrifice kills the Future

“I can’t do it, he needs me.”
John muzzled her bowed head, breathed in the scent of her hair.
“What about your needs?”
“They’re not important.” He sucked in a deep breath of disapproval.
“No one should ever say that. I’ll accept a parent sacrificing their lives for their offspring, a lover for their love’s life but you don’t love him, you owe him nothing, certainly not your life’s fulfilment.
“I owe him respect.”
“Then give him respect but, take the love you need.”
He tasted her tears on her open lips as they kissed. “Please don’t sacrifice your happiness.”

A tale of love and conscience written in 100 word chapters. If you wish to read prior episodes please open the category, “The Whole of the Moon”

Perfect Resistance

 

 

 

 

Image courtesy of Jellico’s Stationhouse

The late evening sun seemed to beam approval. Marie-Anne saw a large OK in the shadow of her bicycle wheel and its angular frame, projected on a whitewashed wall.
Antoine sprawled in his chair, eyes closed, legs stretched out in front of him.
He’d been magnificent, so calm as he blew the bridge, killing some of the bastards in the process and avenging her brother’s death.
“Do you want to sleep with me?”
“Because there’s a war on?” He asked, “Would you want to otherwise?”
She smiled and knew she loved him. “Because a perfect day needs a perfect close.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

Memories are a Different Place

 

 

 

copyright © Fatima Fakier Deria

As the feisty tugboats heaved and nudged the great liner into harbour, Henry felt the sun’s heat bounce off the swell, to welcome him back to a port that had known him well.
It was a long time ago, he’d never envisaged returning.
As anchors and hawsers clanked into place, memories as rich as the verdant island vegetation consumed him.
He sighed and returned to his cabin. “It will have changed,” he thought.
“Been spoiled. My friends will be older, maybe dead. They won’t recognise me.”
Sitting by the porthole, he opened a heavy book and awaited the liner’s leaving.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

The Only Way to be Sure

 

 

 

Copyright J Hardy Carroll

Helen stood muffled against the wind and dark memories; peering through the iron railings, at the desolate house beyond the naked trees. Rain lingered on the windows like tears on the faces of the bereaved.
She fancied she saw a figure moving inside, a flicker of light tracing its progress. She heard terrifying screams as an evil hand knifed the innocents asleep in each room.
Holding her head tightly against the pain and noise, she asked herself unanswerable questions, “Who was I? Am I really changed?”
Weeping her distrust she raised her hand; this time the knife was for her.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

The Ramifications of Murder and Parenthood

Inspector Tandy is my detective creation who features in numerous short stories and one novel to date. This is one of his shorter cases.

 

 

 

 

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast

Inspector Tandy studied the broken fob watch and scanned the field. “Hit so hard it stopped time.”
“And shattered his internal organs,” replied the doctor examining the body.
Tandy ruminated, “Why come here to kill him?” He wandered to the ridge where the field fell away.
A lamb tottered from the dip, its mother bleating alarm. Another movement behind him caused his smile to flip over.
“Get out!” He called to colleagues as he ran, knees pumping and lungs bellowing their finest performance.
Nonetheless, the ram’s horns connected, Tandy sailed over the fence, landing sorely, dignity dissolved but case solved.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.