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).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

OBSESSION

I watch the fire fading in the chiminea, poking at the dying embers with a stick.

Three in the morning and the party was winding down. Everyone else had gone inside half an hour ago.

Beth had gone inside, with Daniel’s arm draped round her shoulders. I wish it could have been me in Daniel’s place.

If only I could talk to her again. She no longer answers my e-mails, text messages or voice mails.

If only she would invite me to her parties again. then I wouldn’t have to creep around like this.

I have to get her to listen, to pay attention to me. That’s why I’ve come prepared tonight.

Car doors round the front of the house. Everyone is leaving. Except Daniel and Beth. And me.

I open the bag I have brought with me. The knife and rope are for Daniel and Beth. The hammer I take out.

If we hadn’t argued over this stupid chiminea things would have been okay. It smashes to pieces.

A light goes on in the house. I look up and see Beth and Daniel at the window.

I smile and wave. Our party has only just begun.


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© Dawn Miller

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.

WAR CRIME

Snowflakes glistened, falling through the electric light. A blanket of innocence covering sin. The same as that night in Kabul.

The funeral had been mercifully brief. Another of the unit was gone, only I remained. Still no one suspected me.

The Military Court said we were innocent. I knew differently. I still see her pleading eyes. I had avenged her where I had failed to protect her.

One bullet left, tonight I will join my unit again and pray she has forgiven me.


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© Sarah Potter

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.

CHASING PAPER DRAGONS

Lucas finished folding the paper dragon and added it to the pile in the middle of the empty room.

Three hundred and sixty-five paper dragons. Three hundred and sixty-five days since he had last chased the dragon. A whole year clean. Three hundred and sixty-five days since Angie had chased the dragon too hard and followed it to another realm.

He looked out the window. Midday and in the broad daylight they were still there. A steady stream of customers came and went. The dealers were teenagers. He couldn’t believe they were innocent but did they realise how they were ruining people’s lives? Marcus was the real blight, the local gang leader who controlled the drugs on the street.

He struck a match and lit his last cigarette. The match sailed threw the air and landed on the paper dragons. The fire caught, the dragons breathed. Lucas picked up the large kitchen knife, the only weapon he had.

He knew he wouldn’t get to Marcus. His bodyguards would take him down before he got anywhere close. He didn’t care. If he died in the attempt he would be with Angie again.

Closing the door on the burning house he stepped out into the street.


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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). Hosted by Al Forbes. For more details visit HERE.

‘Chasing the dragon’ is a slang term for drug use – Wikipedia.

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

THE NINE

Rosa Maria watched Alejandro throw open the shutters.

On the corner of Calle 9 and Avenue 5, they were open for business. Alejandro looked at his madre.

This time he would make her proud. Her husband murdered, they had fled from Tijuana. Rosa Maria had scraped together what she could until she had enough to open the small restaurant.

La Nueve‘ for the street, but also la nuevo for the new start, Alejandro,’ she kissed him and headed inside. Alejandro had never seen her happier.

Across the street sat a white pickup. Inside sat two men. Their shoulders and arms were covered in the markings of the Tijuana cartel. One of the men spoke into a ‘phone.

‘We’ve found them. What do you want us to do?’ A voice spoke two words and hung up. The man with the ‘phone nodded to the other man. They got out of the pickup and started walking towards ‘La Nueve.’


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Written for ‘What Pegman Saw’, a weekly prompt based on a view from Google Maps. The idea is to write a piece of fiction of around 150 words based on the prompt. Full details can be found HERE. This week we’re in Mexico City.

Note: nueve = nine; nuevo = new.

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