DELAYED

They had been waiting for three hours in the airport terminal. The departure boards were full of yellow-highlighted rectangles reading ‘DELAYED.’ The fog looked thicker than ever out the window.

The children were climbing on the seats again.

‘Joe get down from there and let go of your sister,’ Claire said.

The kids ignored her. Pete gave a look of apology to the serious-looking woman sitting opposite them.

A loud groan grew around them. The yellow rectangles turned to red – ‘CANCELLED.’ An announcement came over the loudspeakers. Pete managed to pick out the phrase ‘return to your airline check-in desk to make alternative flight arrangements.’

There was nothing else they could do. Pete grabbed the carry-on luggage and Claire rounded up the kids. They joined the disgruntled crowd heading back to the check-in area.

The woman who had sat opposite them remained. What should she do now? The explosive belt strapped underneath her clothing gripped tightly to her sweating skin.

She had no instructions for this eventuality.


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© Dawn Miller

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

CHASING PAPER DRAGONS

Lucas finished folding the paper dragon and added it to the pile in the middle of the empty room.

Three hundred and sixty-five paper dragons. Three hundred and sixty-five days since he had last chased the dragon. A whole year clean. Three hundred and sixty-five days since Angie had chased the dragon too hard and followed it to another realm.

He looked out the window. Midday and in the broad daylight they were still there. A steady stream of customers came and went. The dealers were teenagers. He couldn’t believe they were innocent but did they realise how they were ruining people’s lives? Marcus was the real blight, the local gang leader who controlled the drugs on the street.

He struck a match and lit his last cigarette. The match sailed threw the air and landed on the paper dragons. The fire caught, the dragons breathed. Lucas picked up the large kitchen knife, the only weapon he had.

He knew he wouldn’t get to Marcus. His bodyguards would take him down before he got anywhere close. He didn’t care. If he died in the attempt he would be with Angie again.

Closing the door on the burning house he stepped out into the street.


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Written as part of Sunday Photo Fiction. Write a story of around 200 words based on the photo prompt given (above). Hosted by Al Forbes. For more details visit HERE.

‘Chasing the dragon’ is a slang term for drug use – Wikipedia.

To read more stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

TOKYO STORY

Shūkichi and Tomi waved to their son and daughter as they got into the taxi

‘A pleasant visit,’ Tomi said to her husband when they were on the train back to Onomichi in the countryside. ‘They are both doing well in their careers.’

Hai,’ Shūkichi nodded.

‘And such a lovely apartment they live in. So high up.’ Tomi looked out the window and watched the skyscrapers of Tokyo fade away.

Back at the apartment they had borrowed for the day, Kōichi handed over ¥2,000 to the caretaker.

He caught up with Shige outside. They left behind the plush newly-built skyscrapers and walked through the Chuo area until they reached the small room they rented in a rundown block.

Shige had to go and open the salon for the afternoon. Kōichi had a night shift at the hospital.

It would shame their parents if they saw where their children lived, but it was all they could afford.


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Written for ‘What Pegman Saw’, a weekly prompt based on a view from Google Maps. The idea is to write a piece of fiction of around 150 words based on the prompt. Full details can be found HERE. This week we’re in the suburbs of Tokyo, and a small homage to the great Yasujirō Ozu and the most well-known of his films.

More information about the film Tokyo Story HERE.

For more stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

FADING STAR

Olivia Hildebrand drained the bottle of beer. She took a long drag on a cigarette and stubbed it out on her expensive Armani dress.

She tripped, one of her Gucci heels had broken, and landed on the ground. She looked up at the Hollywood sign looming brightly over her.

‘This is how it ends then.’ She stared at her own face. ‘Not even a big enough star for a wax museum anymore.’

Well, it had been an exhilarating ride while it had lasted.

She hurled the head away and watched her younger face smash to pieces on a rock.


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© Liz Young

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

Feature photo – © Richard Lund

FIRST DATE

Walking down the brightly-lit street, Darryl took Victoria’s arm in his.

The evening couldn’t have gone any better. Dinner at a Michelin-starred restaurant where the conversation and wine had flowed. His month’s wage had just covered the bill.

Now he was beside this elegant woman. Her skin flawless, hair dark and straight, eyes deep and mysterious.

How he would manage beyond this first meeting he hadn’t figured out. She would realise his dating site profile wasn’t entirely truthful eventually. Right now he was enjoying the moment. He would walk back to her flat. If she invited him in for a nightcap, all the better.

They stopped at traffic lights and waited to cross the road. A group of youths on scooters stopped at the lights.

It couldn’t be, Darryl thought, not tonight.

One of the riders, wearing ripped jeans and an old leather jacket, looked over.

‘Alright Darryl, what you doing walking around the posh part of town?’ he shouted. ‘And where’d you get the fancy clothes?’

Darryl’s heart sank. Victoria stared at him.


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Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.