JUSTIFIABLE

Had she done the right thing?

She had no idea. Others would judge her.

She only knew she had done what she thought best.

The water was icy cold on her feet. It reached the bottom of her dress, weighing the light linen down. The light gold sand swirled around her ankles.

The red on her dress dissolved into the water.

She stared at her hands then cleansed them, dipping them into the sea.

Behind her the sound of sirens faintly broke the morning still.

The cold water rose above her waist causing her to inhale sharply at the shock.

She only knew her children were no longer within his reach.

As the sun began to rise on the horizon she held up her thumb and covered the orange circle. Just like that she hid the brightest star in the Earth’s sky.

Would that what she had done could be so easily erased.

Buffeted by the lapping waves, tasting the salt on her lips, the water embraced her fully.


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Copyright Footy and Foodie

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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HAPPY THOUGHTS

She stood contemplating the display of strange ornaments.

The yellow one would have the most impact, but was too heavy for her to wield.

The ornate one was too flimsy.

The stumpy one too short.

The blue one seemed perfect, but she noticed a crack around the trunk.

She settled on the red one – perfect size, weight and shape. A long handle and thick top, perfect for bludgeoning. It helped that the blood would blend in.

‘Darling,’ her husband’s voice interrupted her daydream. ‘Do pay attention when I’m talking to you.’

‘Sorry, dear,’ she replied with a smile.


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Copyright Sarah Ann Hall

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.

FRIGHT NIGHT

‘You want to go through the woods? Are you nuts?’

‘You think because it’s Halloween something bad will happen?’ Sam laughed and walked ahead.

Amy followed his torchlight. Clouds drifted across the sky blocking out the moonlight.

‘You never saw the Blair Witch Project?’ she shouted after Sam.

‘I did,’ he called back. ‘Terrible movie.’

A stick snapped. Amy jumped and shone her torch around. The trees made ominous shapes in the shadows she cast. When she looked back, Sam had disappeared.

‘Quit fooling around, Sam.’ There was no answer.

Idiot. If he wanted to spook her, she wasn’t going to hang around and play his game. ‘I’ll see you in school tomorrow.’ She carried on walking.

Behind a large tree stump, Sam tried to scream. The hand over his mouth stopped him. He felt the knife start to slit through the skin of his throat.

‘Funny,’ the voice whispered in his ear, ‘so much evil in the world already, why do we feel the need to invent witches and bogeymen?’


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Copyright Yarnspinner

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.

GOOD AND BAD DO EXIST

Good and bad do exist, but rarely are they black and white.

The man was guilty of murder. Samson had no qualms about arresting him – the law was the law – but was he a bad man?

He had reacted the way most fathers would.

An abused child is a bad thing. One less pedophile in the world is a good thing.


Written as part of #MicroMondays, hosted by Varad over at Loose End Of The Thread. For more information and to join in visit HERE.

Each week we are given a set word count for a piece of micro fiction, and a quote from a book that must be included in the story. This week’s quote to be included was ‘Good and bad do exist’ and the word count was 61.

Read other stories based on the prompt HERE.

TIDAL WAVES

Hands in her pockets, Elizabeth looked down from the top of the cliffs. The tide had receded gradually over the afternoon, revealing the seaweed-covered rocks, sand and pebbles of the seabed.

The memory of the place was burned into her mind after ten years of constantly returning. The erosion of the waves hadn’t changed the topography. The steep edges fell like a sequence of giant steps. Pulling her collar up to protect her face from the chill winter breeze, she clambered down.

Sea mist drifted in, causing a hazy fog. Above her the ruins of the castle still stood, guarding the bay. Elizabeth remembered the bright floodlights and white forensic tents that had been erected when she had first arrived at this place. The body in the ruins had been the first.  Continue reading “TIDAL WAVES”