Carrot Ranch #FlashFiction Challenge #99Words #SixSentenceStory ‘Sorrowful Interlude’

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Sorrowful Interlude

Ruby welcomed her unfailing, weekly customer, handing him his usual two dozen daisies. Ralf nodded, smiled and limped towards the cemetery, carrying a cane and their favourite flowers.

He shook his head, reading the familiar inscriptions; Jane, beloved daughter of Ralf and Ada Grimmer, 10th August 1980 – 23rd September, 1999, and Ada, beloved wife and mother, 5th May 1950 – 23rd September, 1999.

He arranged the flowers, knelt and told them about his week, before saying his usual farewell, “Goodbye for today.”

Ralf refused to believe their separation was definite. “We’ll meet again soon, after this sorrowful interlude,” he whispered.

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Sorry it’s a little sad, but that’s where the two prompts took me.

Ralf refuses to believe that death is anything but a brief, albeit sorrowful interlude, between this world and the next.

We’re all certainly going in the same direction. Nobody leaves this Earth without dying first, whether we meet again is an option which some refuse to believe and others refuse to deny…

I’m taking part in the Carrot Ranch weekly challenge with ‘Interlude’. I’m afraid it’s been a while since I took part in this challenge, so this post is the end of that interlude!

I’m also taking part in the weekly ‘Six sentence story‘, with this week’s word prompt, ‘regret’. It’s my first time taking part, I think.

The two words merged as Ralf’s story popped into my mind. My mind’s elusive and impulsive creativity will never cease to amaze me!

Hope you’re having a creative Monday!

#Sunday Photo Fiction ‘Prickly’ #FlashFiction #100words

It’s Sunday and time for 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 Lakshmi Bhat for this week’s photo prompt.

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Lakshmi Bhat

Prickly

“Ouch,” he said. “That hurt.”

“So, put a plaster on your ego,” she replied.

“Just one dance.”

“I told you, no way!”

“You’re the bridesmaid, I’m the best man, the music’s playing…”

She didn’t let him finish. “What part of no don’t you understand?”

“I know Derek was an idiot.”

She huffed. “Everyone knows your brother’s an idiot.”

“You’re hurt, but I’m glad.”

 “What?”

“I’m glad he’s out of the picture.”   

“And so are you!”

“I’m up for a challenge.”

“So, go climb the Everest!”

“Only with you.”

“You’re cocky.”

“Rhymes with prickly,” he whispered as he led her to the dance floor.  

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That was fun to write! I hope you enjoyed their witty banter 😉 There will never be a dull moment with this couple!

 

#Sunday Photo Fiction ‘The Secret Door’ #FlashFiction #100words

It’s Sunday and time for Sunday Photo Fiction. Below is the picture which inspired me to write the following flash fiction of slightly over 100 words, although according to the rules, you can write up to 200 words. Thank you Susan for hosting and Susan Spaulding for the photo prompt.

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Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding

The Secret Door

Dr. Smith pushed her glasses to the top of her nose. ‘Can you describe how you’re feeling, Sarah?’

‘I’m lying down in the middle of the street, in my school uniform, while passersby throw stones over my motionless body.’

Dr. Smith nodded as if she understood. ‘Close your eyes, Sarah. Imagine you’re a bystander watching. What can you see?’

‘A girl buried under a huge, grey stone pyramid.’

She smiled. ‘Look again, Sarah. Perhaps you’re not under the pyramid, you’re inside it and there’s a way out.’

‘Like a secret door?’

Dr. Smith nodded. ‘Exactly.’

‘Where?’

Dr. Smith leaned towards her patient. ‘I’m here to help you find it.’

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#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!