#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

****

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.

****

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.

****

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.  

****

#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

****

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.”

****

#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

****

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.  

****

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.”
****
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.
****

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.

****

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.”
****

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! 

#CarrotRanch #FlashFiction #99Words ‘The Guest Room’

This post was written in response to Charli Mills at Carrot Ranch’s weekly #99 word Flash Fiction Challenge. This week’s prompt is to write a story about gender issues. Check out other entries or take part yourself!

The Guest Room

‘Alice, Billy’ll have to stay in the guest room, tonight.’
‘Mum, we’ll be up late, finishing our project.’
‘You can’t sleep together, not since…’ She nods towards Alice’s waist, ‘you were ill.’
Billy frowned. Alice didn’t look unwell.
‘It’s not contagious.’
‘You’re not a little girl anymore.’
Billy’s eyes widened. He stared at Alice. She looked the same to him.
‘So, you’re going to punish Billy because of me?’
‘Everything’s different now, Alice.’
‘Billy’s afraid of the dark. I’m grown up, so I’ll look after him, won’t I Billy?’
Billy’s jaw dropped and he nodded. Alice was always right.

***

#SoCS Stream of Consciousness Saturday ‘Lips’ #FlashFiction

This post was written in response to Linda Hill’s weekly Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. Follow the link on the banner for more information

This weeks prompt is“lip” I’m going to write a 100 word flash fiction story, because as soon as I saw the word, an idea flashed into my mind. I’ve been thinking about it and now I’m going to write it. I won’t edit, but I will weed out words to reduce it to 100 max. Sounds like fun, but let’s see how it works out!

****

Her Lips

She pursed her lips. Those soft, luscious lips that had caressed every inch of my skin. Only mine.

They sank into a hard, angry line.  Lips that had told me they loved only me.

I willed her lips to move, to show me there was still hope, but they remained rigid, while blood, as red as her lips dripped onto the floor.

I love you, I told her, and at last, those lips that made me lose my mind, twitched slightly, one last time.

She pressed her lips to mine and dug the knife further into the wound. It’s over, she whispered.

****

Sorry it was a bit dark, but that’s where her lips took me!

A psychological, tense thriller in 100 words. Does it work?