RELEASED

Vince reached the familiar streets of the old industrial area. The factories lay silent and rusting.

Sitting on the same bench he had used for forty years, he sat and had his lunch, looking at the workplace he had devoted the best years of his life to in the distance.

A siren sounded, followed by a countdown. The power of the detonation made the ground shake. The dust settled to reveal rubble where the factory once stood.

He wrapped up his litter, placed it in the bin and smiled as he walked away. The robots were welcome to his job.


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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.

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THE GIRL ON THE OLD TRAM

Modern, sleek cars had been rolled out along the route.  At the time Jonathan travelled every morning an ancient tram still clanked and rattled along.

Accompanying him each day were the unchanging faces that shared this journey. The familiar smile and muttered greeting part of their set routine.

She appeared one grey morning. A ray of light piercing the everyday gloom. She sat opposite him. For the first few days he couldn’t making eye contact.

After a fortnight they established a nodded ‘hello’ when she took her seat.

Now Jonathan began to dream. Should he speak to her? What should he say? Was there a future for them? He resolved to talk to her the following Monday.

When she got on the tram that morning she was talking to Richard. Richard was another regular on the old tram. Richard boarded at the same stop as her.

She nodded to Jonathan as usual, then spent the rest of the journey chatting to Richard.

The next day Jonathan got an earlier tram. It was modern and sleek.


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Copyright Yinglan

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.

THE LAST TOY MAKER IN PARIS

Henri-Pierre Cailloux slowly put down his tools on the bench and sighed. The clock struck midnight.

He wound up the mechanism and watched as the wooden toy flapped it’s wings gently. He closed his eyes and listened to the whirring and ticking. A satisfied smile spread over his face. Everything in perfect working order.

This would be the last toy he would make. The new superstore had moved in across the street. Henri-Pierre watched each day as families flocked to it. They left with armfuls of plastic toys, based on the latest craze, brightly-coloured and mass-produced.

His loyal customers grew old or moved away. The demand for hand-crafted, unique wooden toys disappeared.

Achingly, he stood and stretched his back and neck. He removed his eye-glass and extinguished the lamp. He left the workshop and walked up the creaking old staircase.

Henri-Pierre lay down in his bed for the last time and fell into a peaceful sleep.

In the workshop the ticking clockwork of the dragon unwound until the wings stopped moving. The last cog ticked to a halt.

The eyes of the dragon glowed a deep red, the wings slowly spread.


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Copyright Jade M Wong

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.

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

This month I am participating in the A TO Z CHALLENGE 2017 – a post each day based on the letters of the alphabet and theme. Find out more about it HERE. As this challenge will take up a lot of my blogging time I may not get round to commenting on everyone’s posts, but I hope to find time to read all your stories as usual, and still be able to participate in Sunday Photo Fiction each week.

SOMETHING A LITTLE DIFFERENT

Harry read the specifications. Another Call Centre office block. Thirty years as an architect and he was churning out steel and glass cuboids.

He drew a rectangle. He added a main door in the middle of it. He added oblong walls. More uninspired right angles and straight lines. He sighed and stared out his square window. The sun was setting behind white swirling clouds.

Harry contemplated the clouds. After a few moments he took a fresh sheet of paper and picked up his pencil.

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‘What the hell is this?’ Harry’s boss waved the drawings in his face. ‘It’s supposed to be a call centre, not a curved…spaceship…circle…thing! What the hell is this?’ he repeated.

‘It’s something a little different,’ offered Harry meekly.

‘Get the hell out of here!’ Harry slumped out the office.

His boss sat back in his chair and looked at the swirls and curves of Harry’s plans. He stared out his window at the ordered rows and uniform lines that made up the city. How many of them had he and his company designed? He looked back at the plans on his desk. Maybe it was time for something a little different.


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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.

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