STORM DAMAGE

The boxes of her water-damaged possessions took up three-quarters of the hotel room.

Until the destruction caused by Hurricane Matthew was repaired this was her home. The restoration firm said they would gain access next week. Until then, all she could do was sit and wait.

The flowers of condolence sat on the table. They stared at her, a constant reminder.

Bill was missing presumed dead, a victim of the storm.

She prayed that the cement in the cellar had dried in time and held once the water receded.


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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).

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A STRANGER FROM THE CITY

Thierry flicked over the page of Le Monde and glanced at the headlines. A fly lazily buzzed around the room, the only sound and movement.

Another slow day at Hotel Napoleon. Madame Dunois was the sole guest. She would be asleep until the evening meal.

The door opened. Thierry looked across the reception. A man in a black suit and fedora hat walked past. A scar down the side of his face. He nodded at Thierry and carried on.

Someone from the city, Thierry thought. They had caught up with Madame Dunois at last.


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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.

THE PIANIST’S SET LIST

A typical midweek night in the hotel bar. The usual collection of travelling business men and insipid locals.

I stuck to the set list, occasionally adding a meagre jazz interlude.

Gwen was sitting at the bar. Her cheap perfume stank the place out, the attempt at an alluring red dress screamed desperation.

By eleven it was deserted. Behind the bar, Sam was clearing up and wiping down.

I stopped playing.

‘Early finish?’ I asked Sam.

He shrugged. ‘Might as well. There’s no one gonna notice.’

‘Thanks Sam.’ I pulled the fallboard down over the keys and the cover over the piano. I pocketed my tips. A measly ten bucks.

Walking out I saw a small crowd gathered. As I passed I recognised the cheap scent. I saw the red dress and the pool of blood. Gwen had turned one trick too many.

I would miss her in the bar each night. I wondered if anyone else would.

This desolate town would carry on regardless. The set list would remain unchanged.


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© Mike Vore

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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HOLIDAY OF YOUR DREAMS

In the dark, bare concrete room huge bloodshot eyes leered out at her. Bright red lips manically grinned. Tufts of dishevelled green and purple hair sprouted from the white scalp. A venomous sharp red nose pushed and prodded her.

‘Come on down to the County Hotel. So much to see and do,’ said the clown, laughing deliriously.

The figure morphed into a serpent. The red nose became a forked tongue. She could feel it probing her face. The hissing grew louder and louder. She strained her muscles, desperate to break free but she was bound to the concrete slab.

‘Come on down to the County Hotel. So much to see and do,’ the snake smiled malevolently.

Something brushed against her exposed legs and crawled up her body. A rat. It’s clawing nails jagged into her skin as it moved over her naked chest and neck. A sharp, stabbing pain as the rat bit and chewed her lip.

‘Come on down to the County Hotel. So much to see and do,’ screeched the rat.

Sam jerked awake. The same nightmare again. The same one for the last week.

Why had she agreed to let David organise the entire holiday this year?


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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). For more details visit HERE.

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