The Trouble with Moths…

Well I’ve managed another one. I haven’t posted lately as everything is hectic here and I couldn’t commit the time to commenting on others, so didn’t feel I should post mine. Hence I have two or three stories in the bank which will hopefully fit the next time we have a toilet or cold weather for a prompt. I hope you all enjoy this week’s effort and look forward to hearing your views.

 

 

 

 

 

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Drab moths streamed toward the streetlight, like they had to her when she shone, clamouring to be close and desperate for transference of some of her butterfly colour.
They came mouthing exaggerated air kisses and contrived adulation and drowned her in “Darlings!” and “Looking absolutely gorgeous! Loved the show.”
But with the light fading, the moths deserted her for this year’s sparkle.
Tears of realisation trickled over her raw cheeks.
She slid down the lamppost to slump at its base but firm hands caught her and pulled her up.
“Why? It’s you. You’re here.”
“Always have been, didn’t you notice?”

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

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The Cat Lady

 

 

 

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Ann Hall

“Scary cats, Dad. Funny watching the RSPCA man catching them all.”
They picked their way through the gloom, gagging at the stench of overflowing litter trays.
“Why did Auntie have so many cats?”
“They were drawn here, son. She wouldn’t turn them away. If she had, she could have afforded electricity. Light and warmth in the place.”
Some objects on a shelf shone bright through the dilapidation.
“What are they?”
“Urns. To keep loved ones’ ashes.”
“Auntie had so many friends.”
“But she didn’t.”
Andrew read the name on one, ‘Smudge,’ sighing he glanced over the others, ‘Marmaduke, Sox, Empress…’

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

The Pull of Knowledge

 

 

 

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Jude pushed the little boat into the shallow river before leaping aboard and letting the lazy current begin his meander downstream.
He’d watched the river rolling through their trifling portion of unspoilt countryside his whole life, until the village became a prison to him, where he endured a stifled existence.
His father had left this way all those years ago. His leaving upset Jude’s mother and he had hated him for it but now he understood.
Today he would hurt her all over again, for he too had to know what was beyond the bend and where the river wound.

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

Reliable Witness

 

 

 

 

 

PHOTO POMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

“Tod? What are you doing here? What are you doing with my scarf…? Stop it…you’re hurting me. Tod!” Screams and other indefinable noises like china smashing and furniture scraping across a wooden floor, followed.
Inspector Tandy hummed and aahed as DS White turned off the recording.
“I see what you mean. It certainly fits with the physical evidence. Do we know any Tod?”
“The neighbours’ son’s called Tod, sir.”
“You reckon he’ll repeat it in court?”
“I think so. He didn’t take much coaxing this time.”
“Thing is, has a mynah bird’s testimony ever been accepted as evidence in court before?”

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

Shame and Kindness in the Same Bin

Hi all,

I haven’t posted for several weeks due to waking up one morning with a novel virtually fully formed in my head which I’ve been writing ever since. I’ve just completed the third re-write so it’s time to pause and let it ferment a little before going back to it. So I can join in again and here’s my contribution to this week’s FF

 

 

 

 

 

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Kelvin M. Knight

Armand broke from work for a coffee in his room, above the bakery. He took it onto his balcony and listened for the familiar muffled noises from the bins.

Boivin raided the sacks of yesterday’s bread meant for the pig farmer, every morning.  Armand smiled. When Boivin opened the sack today, he’d find fresh croissants and cake with a note, Bon Apetite.

Armand craned excitedly to hear but an unexpected cry of anguish assailed his ears and heavy boots fled, all attempt at furtiveness abandoned.

Armand rushed downstairs. The sack gaped, the treats still there.

He never saw Boivin again.

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

Hardship creates Excellence

 

 

 

 

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham

“Good job,” the foreman congratulated us, “Fit to produce the next England World cup legends.” I gazed at the all-weather pitch in its perfect rectangle with its spirit level flat surface. Climbing in my car, I wondered how I was going to manoeuvre through the ranks of other cars crowding the street and then I thought about the legends of 66. They honed their skills controlling the uneven bounce, dribbling up hill, judging the unreliable rebound from balls slammed into bins and lampposts. Hardship has always been the mother of invention and creativity. Maybe we’re missing the point somewhere.

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

Just a Point Along a Line

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“The sunshine defined us then,” Reg remembered, “But it’s not funeral weather, somehow.”
His shadow cast a twisted figure on the wall. Fleetingly he glimpsed the bullish version of his former self.
He pressed both gnarled hands on his cane, suddenly needing support.
“Well you’re at peace now, Maria.”
His bowed head shrouded tears falling and instantly evaporating on the cobbles.
“Nothing in the grand scheme of things, just a point along an everlasting line, but we were everything then.”
“Are you alright senhor?” A young woman had appeared beside him.
He smiled, “Thank-you, I will be in a minute.”

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