CAVE ART

‘Dan,’ she called urgently in a hushed whisper. Dan turned and saw Amy beckoning him.

He stepped back from the tour group. ‘What is it?’

‘Stand in front of us.’

‘Why?’

‘Just stand in front of us. Look what she did now.’

Dan peered round Amy. Their daughter, Chloe, grinned at him. ‘She didn’t.’

‘Oh, yes she did.’

Next to the six-thousand year old Native American cave drawings was a freshly etched picture of a tall stickman.

Dan squinted. ‘Is that a spaceship?’

‘Does it matter what it is?’

‘It’s very creative.’

‘Cover me.’ Amy took out a pack of baby wipes.

‘That’s not going to work,’ Dan said.

‘You have a better idea?’

‘You’re making it worse, You’re just smudging it.’

‘Forget it, let’s just go.’

‘We have to follow the tour group.’

‘Dan, I am telling you. Let’s go.’

Amy dragged their daughter away. ‘Next year, can we please just take her to Disneyland.’

Dan backed away after them.

Chloe smiled as they broke into a run. Next year’s holiday was looking better.


 

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Copyright @any1mark66

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 – 175 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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TANDEM

‘Are you pedalling back there?’ puffed Archie as the tandem bicycle crawled up the incline.

‘Of course I am,’ Agnes lied, giving her pedals a few cursory turns for appearance’s sake.

They reached the crest of the hill. Archie pulled on the brakes. Agnes jolted forward at the sudden stop.

‘Why have you stopped?’ she asked.

‘Just need a minute to get my breath back.’ Archie pointed to the valley ahead of them. ‘Wonderful view.’

‘Not from where I’m sitting,’ said Agnes, who had spent the last hour watching Archie’s oversized behind wobbling in front of her.

‘I did ask if you wanted to go in front. Perhaps we should have got two separate bicycles.’

‘Don’t be silly. It’s been much more fun like this.’

‘Have you got the camera? Get a photo of the view.’

Agnes tutted and clambered off the bicycle. As she raised the camera, Archie pedalled past her, picking up speed on the downward slope.

‘Pub’s at the bottom of the hill,’ he called back. ‘Enjoy the walk.’


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Copyright Dorothy

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.

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Click here for more adventures featuring Agnes and Archie: THE AGNES AND ARCHIE STORIES

LUXURY HOLIDAY

Archie sat in the small boat. ‘Is that it? We’ve hardly got out of the bay. You didn’t even put the sail up.’

‘No wind in the bay for that,’ the boat owner answered.

‘Well, I haven’t found anything luxurious about my cruise at all.’

‘I’m sorry you feel that way, although as you’ve had the full hour, I can’t offer you a refund.’

Archie jumped over the side and landed in the shallow sea, soaking his shoes and trousers. He trudged up the sandy beach to where Agnes was sitting. She peered at him over the top of her book. ‘Well, how was it?’

‘Splendid. you would have enjoyed it,’ Archie replied through gritted teeth.

A tanned, young man walked passed. He gave Agnes a wave. She waved back with a beaming smile.

‘Who’s that?’ Archie asked.

‘The hotel masseur, Ricardo,’ Agnes replied, picking up her book once more. ‘I decided to treat myself to a little bit of luxury too.’

Archie removed his shoes and began scraping the wet sand from his feet.


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Copyright The Storyteller’s Abode

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.

Visit THE AGNES AND ARCHIE STORIES to read more of their adventures.

FAMILY HOLIDAY

The cars started rolling slowly to embark the ferry. They had been waiting for an hour watching the rain drum down.

Jessica rolled her eyes as Dad launched into another rendition of ‘Summer Holiday.’

Mum had got out the car and walked aboard. Her parents still weren’t talking after the argument over directions. Her brother sat staring at a video on his phone.

Two weeks camping in rainy Normandy again this year. Her best friend, Lucille, was flying to Disneyland tomorrow.

Next year she would be old enough to go away with her friends. She would miss her family holidays.


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Copyright Ted Strutz

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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HOW TO TOW A CARAVAN

The first alarm began at five, just as dusk was beginning. Soon every car on the street joined in the deafening noise.

Front doors and windows opened as residents looked out. Car owners appeared with key fobs to silence the alarms.

Soon they were standing in groups and pairs gesticulating and pointing. Every car had lost a wing mirror, some had been dented.

At the end of the street, Agnes guided Archie as he reversed the caravan into their driveway.

Archie parked it with precision, applied the handbrake and smiled. Home in one piece after another successful summer holiday.


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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,