#WritePhoto ‘The Chess Game’ #FlashFiction #300Words

The Chess Game

“This year we’re having a different Christmas,” my grandmother said as she moved her pawn to the side, capturing mine.

“Why did you do that?” I asked.

She pushed her glasses up and raised her eyebrows. “I had to, didn’t I?”

“You could have ignored it.” I sulked.

She chuckled. “And let you capture mine?”

“Why not? I’m only nine. Most of my friends can’t even play chess.”

“You’ll never learn if I let you win all the time. Anyway, it’s only a pawn.”

She was right, but I didn’t like being little. The grown-ups were all smarter than I was, and it really annoyed me.

“Come on, Tom, it’s your turn.”

I moved my knight. “So what’s new about this Christmas?” My grandmother always came up with great ideas for games and outings.

She showed me a picture of green fields and snow-covered hills. “I’m renting a cottage right here, for the weekend.”

My jaw dropped. It was in the middle of nowhere. “Are we all going?”

She moved her queen. “Of course! It’s Christmas. There’s a real log fire and plenty of hiking trails, and board games to play in the evenings!”

My parents would never agree to staying at such an isolated place. They were always working or going out with friends.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Don’t you like the idea?”

It would be nice to spend a few days alone with my parents and grandmother. That hadn’t happened in ages. “I think it’s a great idea, Granny!” I said as I captured her pawn with my knight.

“Pay attention!” she said as she captured my knight with her queen.

I sighed hoping she’d be as good at convincing my parents to stay at the cottage as she was at playing chess.

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This piece of flash fiction was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly photo prompt. Join in or read other entries here!

Ariel, coloured by my granddaughter, Elsa.

 

#Writephoto ‘Too Bright’ #Haiku #Poetry

Too Bright

Bright sun conquers Earth

Devouring every pigment

Scared bluebells shiver

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This beautiful photograph reminds me of Dylan Thomas’ heartbreaking and powerful poem Sometimes the sky’s too bright.

There are times when the light is too bright and instead of showing you the way, it’s devouring everything, so you can’t see what’s hidden behind it.

Sometimes we need to wait until the sun has mellowed to see what was always there, behind the brightness.

We’re stuck in a rut. Life seems too much, but it isn’t. We often only need to stop, breathe and wait, a short time. The brightness will gradually vanish and we’ll see what’s behind the light isn’t so devastating after all.

A suggestion, while you’re waiting for the brightness to fade, write a poem, a piece of flash fiction, draw a picture, sing a song, dance, read a poem, a story, a novel, go for a walk, ride your bike, take a photo, be creative!

Hope you all have a wonderful weekend!

This post was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly photo prompt

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#Writephoto ‘The Letter’ #FlashFiction #100Words

This 100-word Flash Fiction was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly photo prompt.

The Letter

‘Your Grace,’ said the maid, curtseying. ‘A letter.’

The Duchess snatched the envelope.

‘Anything else, Your Grace?’

Amelia waved her hand towards the door. ‘Leave.’

She read the letter, smiled and watched it blacken, shrivel and slip between the large oak logs in the fireplace.

We must be careful.

That night, stepping into the tree tunnel to meet the man she loved, she shivered as she remembered the place, six months earlier, where she had kissed her groom, the elderly Duke of Highcliff.

A branch snapped.   

‘Amelia, you’re just on time,’ said the Duke, pointing his gun at her young valet.

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#Writephoto ‘Fallen Lovers’ #Tanka

This Tanka was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly photo prompt.

Fallen Lovers

Light dances on rocks,

Fallen in shady forest.

Lovers turned to stone,

Trapped in eternal prison.

Summer breeze sings their lament.

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Photo prompt #writephoto ‘Footsteps’ #Haiku

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Luccia is writing a haiku a day on this years’ AtoZChallenge. Have look!