RANCH HOUSE

Mum looked down at the table.

‘What do you mean you’re gay?’ The old rancher looked at his son.

‘I mean I’m gay, Dad.’

‘Well, when did you decide this?’

‘I didn’t decide, Dad, it’s just who I am.’

They ate the rest of  Sunday dinner in silence. Jack had only vegetable soup, while his Dad ate the beef roast and refused to look at him.

Later, Jack and his Mum stood by the paddock. A small calf came over and stared at them. Jack patted it’s soft hide.

‘He’ll come round, give him time. You know he’s old fashioned,’ his Mum said.

‘When should I tell him the other thing?’

‘One thing at a time, Jack. Being gay is one thing, I can only begin to imagine how he will react when you tell him you’re a vegetarian as well.’


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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.

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ALL AT SEA

Archie lay on his bunk. His stomach lurched with each swell of the Atlantic Ocean beneath. He peered out from under the duvet.

Agnes stood at the table, resplendent in her best dress and velvet gloves, preparing another gin.

‘Do you think you’ll make the ball later on?’ she asked.

Archie groaned. ‘No dear. You go ahead and have fun.’

The ship lurched again. The olive in Agnes’ drink flipped out of the glass into the air. The glass slid down the slanting table. The olive plopped back into it.

Agnes picked up the glass and took a long sip. ‘Honestly, Archie. I do wish you would toughen up. There’s still two weeks before we reach the Bahamas.’

Archie turned to face the wall and pulled the duvet over his head.

Agnes tutted, turned off the cabin light and left him in darkness. She stepped out of the cabin onto the deck.

Mr. Mulligan, that charming young American who was journeying alone, walked passed and tipped his hat to her. Agnes nodded and smiled in return.

Their anniversary cruise was shaping up to be better than Agnes could possibly have hoped for.


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© A Mixed Bag

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.

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AMAZONIA

5th July 1592

We continue to follow De Orellana. The river seems to be endless. It has been seven months since we set out.

Today we were attacked by a group of savages. Without a common language took us for enemies. They hurled sharpened rocks as we fled back to the boat.

It was not the men that attacked us but the females, the like of which I have never seen before. With long, muscular legs they bounded after us. They beat to death any man they caught with clubs and bare hands. I was gripped by one, held by arms as strong as a toro. Gonzalez used his sword to injure my captor and I struggled free. Gonzalez has read of such women existing in ancient Greece, they were called Amazons. It seems a fitting name. They were as barbaric and dense as the forest surrounding us.

In all, another fifteen men were killed. Only thirteen from the sixty that began the expedition are left. De Orellana refuses to turn back until we have claimed the full length of the river for the King.


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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 off to Brazil on an expedition down the Amazon river. Read more about the Spanish explorers and their encounters with the native tribes HERE.

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WAR CRIME

Snowflakes glistened, falling through the electric light. A blanket of innocence covering sin. The same as that night in Kabul.

The funeral had been mercifully brief. Another of the unit was gone, only I remained. Still no one suspected me.

The Military Court said we were innocent. I knew differently. I still see her pleading eyes. I had avenged her where I had failed to protect her.

One bullet left, tonight I will join my unit again and pray she has forgiven me.


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© Sarah Potter

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).

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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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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.