#FridayFictioneers ‘The Swimming Competition’ #FlashFiction #100Words @MondayBlogs

It’s Friday, time for another Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction story featuring Alice Pendragon and her best friend Billy! This week they’re both taking part in a swimming competition.

Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting the challenge and to Terri Smeigh for this week’s photo prompt.

Photo Credit: Terri Smeigh

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The Swimming Competition

The highest school team goal scorer wore a smug smile as he strolled over.
‘Hi Alice, fancy a pizza?’
I was one of the few girls he hadn’t hit on yet. ‘Sorry, I’m swimming.’
‘What about the Saturday market? Help me choose my sister’s birthday present.’
Jack is dense, but persistent. ‘I’m swimming.’
‘Everyone knows Billy will win.’
I nodded, Billy’s the best. ‘We’re training together.’
‘So, when he beats you, we can go on our date. What about a movie on Sunday?’
‘On Sunday I’ll be celebrating with Billy, his victories are mine too,’ I said and strode away.

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My ‘Alice’ flash fiction written for the Friday Fictioneers Challenge can be mostly read as standalones, but if you’re interested in reading previous stories of Alice’s adventures, here they are! 

By the way, I’m a couple of days late this week in posting my story and below are the three reasons! My lovely grandchildren!

#Sunday Photo Fiction ‘Happy Anniversary’ #FlashFiction #100words

It’s my second time taking part in the Sunday Photo Fiction. Below is the picture which inspired me to write the following 100-word flash fiction, although according to the rules, you can write up to 200 words. Thank you Susan for hosting and Terri Smeigh for the photo prompt.

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Photo Credit: Terri Smeigh

Happy Anniversary

My husband raised his gold-rimmed champagne flute. ‘Happy anniversary, darling.’

I smiled, in spite of the partying and the other women, because I had learned to play my part.

A reporter approached as planned. ‘Senator, a few words for Celebrity Night?’

 ‘I’d like to thank my wife for twenty years of love and support.’

‘It’s been a pleasure, my love,’ I replied, although I wished we were back at the highway diner where he proposed.

He promised eternal love and I believed all our dreams would come true. Be careful what you wish for, I thought as my heart wept.  

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#Sunday Photo Fiction ‘The Nightmare’ #FlashFiction #100words

It’s my first time taking part in the Sunday Photo Fiction. I came across the picture which inspired me to write the following 100-word flash fiction, although according to the rules, you can write up to 200 words. Thank you Susan for hosting and Fandango for the photo prompt.

Photo Credit: Fandango

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The Nightmare

I watch his thoughtful face on my phone screen as I describe my nightmare.

“I’m walking along a narrow path lined with tall, sturdy trees, but there’s a bend ahead and I can’t see what lies beyond, so I slow down then stop, because I’m terrified. That’s how I feel, paralyzed. What does it mean?”

He smiles. “I’ll tell you what happens next. You keep walking until you’re standing by my side, and together we walk down the aisle towards the man you love.”

“Are you sure, dad?”

“Absolutely, my princess.” He sighed. “Your mother would be so proud.”

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#FridayFictioneers ‘A Visit to the Synagogue’ #FlashFiction #100Words

It’s Friday, time for another Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction story featuring Alice Pendragon and her best friend Billy! Last week, they saved a young man from committing suicide. Today he’ll tell them what was troubling him so much in life to prefer death.

Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting the challenge and to Roger Bultot for this week’s photo prompt.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

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I recently read a beautiful novel called The Two Hearts of Eliza Bloom (read my review here) by Beth Miller, about a Jewish girl living in London, in an orthodox family, who married a non-Jewish man, against her parent’s wishes, and the subsequent upheaval in both their lives. It’s an emotional and non-judgemental, yet moving account of what happens when families are in disagreement over their children’s marriages.

It’s a topic that is close to my heart, not because I’m Jewish, I’m not, but I could have been. We do not choose where we are born, or our parents’ religions, nationalities, skin colour, or mother tongue. It’s relevant to me because my parents have held hostile attitudes towards my husband for the last 39 years, since we started going out, which brought, and still brings, many senseless and unfair complications to our family.

This flash, was written bearing in mind the damage such inflexible and unreasonable attitudes can cause in a young man who is in love and yet would go to extreme lengths not to upset his family.  

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A Visit to the Synagogue

The young man whose life they’d saved took them to a brown stone building.
“The woman I love isn’t Jewish,” he said staring at the synagogue.
Alice shrugged. “Neither are we.”
“Then you wouldn’t understand.”
“Try us,” said Billy.
“I must marry a Jewish girl.” Tears filled his eyes.
“Have they met her?” asked Alice.
“They would never allow it! And I’d rather die than live without Helen.”
“We understand.” Billy squeezed Alice’s hand. “If your parents realized how much they meant to you, so much that you’d rather die than upset them, I’m sure they’d want to meet her.”
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Billy is right. If the young man’s parents realised how much their intolerance and demands were making their son suffer, due to his love for them, they would surely reconsider, but unfortunately, parents aren’t always willing to accept that their children grow up and should be allowed to make their own decisions, and even their own mistakes.
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My ‘Alice’ flash fiction written for the Friday Fictioneers Challenge can be mostly read as standalones, but if you’re interested in reading previous stories of Alice’s adventures, here they are! 

#FridayFictioneers ‘Alice to the Rescue’ #FlashFiction #100Words

It’s Friday, time for another Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction story featuring Alice Pendragon and her best friend Billy! On this occasion, my story was inspired, not only by Rochelle’s picture prompt, but also by her flash fiction for this week.

Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting the challenge and to Sandra Crook for this week’s photo prompt.

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Alice to the Rescue

The sandwiches and lemonade were in Alice’s rucksack. Billy’s held a large blanket for their picnic by the lake.
Alice gasped and sprinted towards a man she spotted on the bridge, leaning over the murky waters.
“Where are you going?” asked Billy, at her heels.
“I need your help!” Alice shouted at the man.
Billy stopped in his tracks. What was Alice doing?
The young man rushed towards Alice. “Keep away from her!” he warned Billy.
Alice grabbed the man’s hand. “I’m Alice and this is my best friend, Billy. Now, please tell us why you were going to jump.”
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My ‘Alice’ flash fiction written for the Friday Fictioneers Challenge can be mostly read as standalones, but if you’re interested in reading previous stories of Alice’s adventures, here they are! 

#FridayFictioneers ‘A Visit to the Loom’ #FlashFiction

It’s Friday, time for another Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction story featuring Alice Pendragon and her family! On this occasion, Alice is telling her mother about a school trip to a loom.

Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting the challenge and to Sandra Crook for this week’s photo prompt.

PHOTO PROMPT© Sandra Crook

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A Visit to the Loom

Alice jumped onto her mother’s lap, squashing a noisy kiss on her cheek.
A pencil held Sharon’s unruly caramel hair on the top of her head as she marked final exams. “How was your school trip, sunshine?” 
“I discovered dad’s a warp and you’re the weft.”
Sharon sighed, hoping Alice wasn’t in one of her moods, or her father would insist on going back to the therapist. 
“Dad’s stationary and stiff and you weave your way round. Together you make cloth.”
Sharon burst out laughing. “Not cloth, we made a magnificent tapestry, which is weft-faced, your warp threads are completely hidden.”
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My ‘Alice’ flash fiction written for the Friday Fictioneers Challenge can be mostly read as standalones, but if you’re interested in reading previous stories of Alice’s adventures, here they are! 

#FridayFictioneers ‘Aunt Sarah’s Dresses’ #FlashFiction

It’s Friday, time for another Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction story featuring Alice Pendragon and her family! On this occasion, Alice is coping with her grandmother’s deteriorating health.

Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting the challenge and for this week’s photo prompt.

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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Aunt Sarah’s Dresses

‘I’ll take the roses.’
‘Grandma, we can only bring one of your belongings to the hospital.’
‘I never told you about your aunt’s dresses, did I?’
My aunt Sarah had died long before I was born, so I changed the subject. ‘What about your photo collage?’
 ‘She wore the white dress at her christening.’
 ‘Your radio?’
‘The red one at her graduation.’
‘Your bible?’
‘The yellow one on her 21st.’
I looked closer at the handmade flowers.
‘And the mauve one the day before the accident.’
‘The flowers will be on your nightstand, grandma.’
She smiled. ‘They were beautiful dresses, Alice.’
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My ‘Alice’ flash fiction written for the Friday Fictioneers Challenge can be mostly read as standalones, but if you’re interested in reading previous stories of Alice’s adventures, here they are! 

#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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Every week, Sue posts one of her pictures as a prompt for inspiration in whatever form we choose. Use the image to create your own post and link back to Sue’s post.

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Friday Fictioneers #FlashFiction ‘Checkmate’ or ‘The Miracle’ #100words

This is my belated entry to Rochelle’s weekly Fiction Challenge.  A hundred words to write a story with the picture prompt she provides. Thank you to PHOTO PROMPT © JS Brand for This week’s picture.

Something wonderful has happened this week. As a result of all your comments, I’ve tweaked my flash, because I realised I’d given the completely wrong idea of Alica and Billy’s relationship. I know them so well, I forget readers might not remember or have read previous flashes. Each flash should be able to stand on its own. I need to remember that, so here are both flashes, the old one, Checkmate and the new one The Miracle.

Thank you for letting me know your thoughts. It helps me improve my writing.

PHOTO PROMPT © JS Brand

‘Checkmate’

Billy moved his bishop and sighed. ‘Checkmate.’

Alice pouted. ‘It’s about time. I won the last three games.’

‘Who cares?’ He said setting the pieces back on the board. ‘I just like watching you plan and execute your moves.’

Alice felt a knot rise up her throat. ‘It’s a miracle that you’re my best friend, Billy.’

His brow furrowed. ‘I wouldn’t be anyone else’s best friend, not ever.’

‘But suppose I had been born in a third world country, thousands of miles away, in a poor, illiterate family…’   

‘You’re such a bad loser, Alice. That’s why I always let you win.’

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The Miracle

Billy moved his bishop. ‘Checkmate.’

Alice smiled. ‘It’s about time. I won the last three games.’

‘Who cares?’ He smiled setting the pieces back on the board. ‘I just like watching you plan and execute your moves.’

Alice felt a knot rise up her throat. ‘It’s a miracle that you’re my best friend, Billy.’

His brow furrowed. “A miracle?”

‘Suppose I had been born in a third world country, thousands of miles away, and lived on an old boat…”

He squeezed her hand “It’s a miracle I won and I wouldn’t be anyone else’s best friend, not ever.”

She kissed his cheek. “Rematch?”

 

All my ‘Alice’ flash fiction stories, written for the Friday Fictioneers Challenge, can be read as standalones, but if you’d like to read previous stories of Alice’s adventures, here they are!

#FridayFictioneers ‘Family’ #FlashFiction #100words

Time for this week’s new episode of Friday Fictioneers featuring Alice and her best friend, Billy.

Alice’s dad, Kevin, has been rescued, but they still don’t know why the whole family is in danger.

Thank you Rochelle at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple for this week’s prompt for hosting this fabulous weekly flash fiction challenge. Thank you Roger Bultot for this week’s photo prompt.

Family

His pale blue irides darkened mirroring the stormy sky.
“Has he spoken?” asked Bill.
“Not yet.”
His fiery eyes stared beyond the horizon, his pale face, carved in stone.
“How are you dad?”
“I never thought I’d see the sunset again,” he muttered absently, then turned to me. “Alice, you shouldn’t have rescued me. We’re all in danger now.”
I hugged his stiff waist.
“We’re a family, dad. We look after each other. If one of us is in danger, we all help.”
He shook in my arms. I never thought I’d be so relieved to hear my father cry.

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All my ‘Alice’ flash fiction stories, written for the Friday Fictioneers Challenge, can be read as standalones, but if you’d like to read previous stories of Alice’s adventures, here they are!