ORBITAL

Five hours she had been stuck on the orbital road. They had barely moved an inch while the snow continued to fall.

The glowing streetlights fought off the encroaching darkness, the car’s heater battled the creeping cold and the radio staved off the loneliness.

Some had abandoned their cars and started walking. She had too far to go. Best to sit it out.

The feeling of helplessness circled her. In a car going nowhere, unable to get off a road that always brought her back to where she started.

If she ever got home she had big decisions to make.


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Copyright Sandra Crook

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.

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FESTIVE CHEER

The first freeze of the winter brought patches of treacherous ice.

Archie watched the school children sliding joyfully along.

Behind him, Agnes hummed Christmas songs as she hung baubles on the tree.

‘Tis the season to be jolly, tra-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.’

Archie imagined what he would do with the large icicle hanging from the tree in the garden.

Tickly tinsel was wrapped round his head.

‘That’s it, I’m going out.’ Archie threw on his jacket.

Agnes watched Archie storm up the path, slide on the ice and end up sprawled on the ground.

The school children pointed and laughed uncontrollably. As did Agnes.


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Copyright Dale Rogerson

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.

Other short stories featuring Agnes and Archie can be read here: THE AGNES AND ARCHIE STORIES

SURVIVING THE APOCALYPSE

On the wall hung the cracked television they couldn’t watch because there was no electricity.

The kitchen had an old cooker and refrigerator but without power they were merely  metal cupboards.

And now this.

‘What do you think? Our new bathroom suite.’

‘Where did you get them from?’

‘Found them. Minor defects but perfectly intact. No more hovering over a hole in the ground for us.’

‘We’ll still have to shovel the crap out and there’s no water.’

He looked at their dilapidated cottage with it’s crumbling walls and rickety doors.

‘One step at a time, darling, soon be back to normal.’


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Copyright What’s His Name

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.

DICTATOR

He felt old. He felt tired.

Forty years leading his people, the Father of the Nation. Now they wanted rid of him.

How could they be so ungrateful?

He freed them from oppression. Didn’t they remember?

Resign, they cried. Perhaps he should.

Father Time was catching up with him.

The clock ticked relentlessly.

No. There was still much to be done.

He locked the clock away in the closet. Back to work.

***

They watched the old man shuffle across his cell. He banged his fist into his palm. He started addressing an imaginary audience.

No one listened anymore.


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Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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.

THE PROPERTY DEVELOPER

The cannons sprayed water through the night sky onto the roof of the blazing building.

A crowd of nearby residents gathered to watch.

The old theatre, dwarfed by surrounding modern apartments, had lain empty for several years. It was preserved and protected for reasons of architectural heritage.

Remarkably, the surrounding buildings were untouched by the flames and smoke.

By midnight the fire would be extinguished.  The damage would be extensive. Demolition the inevitable outcome.

Within a year another uniform set of apartments would have blossomed.

So long as no one looked too closely, he thought.


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Copyright J. Hardy Carroll

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.