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#WritePhoto ‘Lucky!’ #FlashFiction #101words

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The following Tanka was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly photo prompt. Join in or read other entries here!

Alice’s Lucky Day

Alice wasn’t enjoying the picnic.
Her cousins giggled and whispered behind her back until her mother made them include her in their games.
They grumbled and Chelsea said, “Count to a hundred, you’re It!”
Instead of chasing them, Alice wandered to the old stone bridge by the river.
Climbing down between the rocks, she heard a puppy whimpering and scratching its way out of a plastic bag floating in the deep waters.
When she returned, everyone fussed around her, waiting for their turn to hold the puppy.
“She’s called Lucky,” Alice told them, “because I rescued her on my lucky day.”   

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Photo from Pixabay

Happy weekend!

 

 

#WritePhoto ‘Blackbird, Learn to Fly’ #Tanka

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The following Tanka was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly photo prompt. Join in or read other entries here!

Sue’s picture prompt reminded me of the Beatles‘ song Blackbird, so here’s the Tanka inspired by both the song and the picture.

Blackbird, Learn to Fly

Crow perched on dry branch
Must mend broken wings to fly
All your life waiting
for this moment to be free
Longing to glide far away 

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

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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

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

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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

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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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#Writephoto ‘Too Bright’ #Haiku #Poetry

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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

#writephoto

#TwitterTales ‘Lost’ #FlashFiction #MondayBlogs

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This Flash Fiction was written in response to the #TwitterTales picture prompt.

Lost

‘Take shelter in the hut.’

The hand pointed towards the snowstorm.

She couldn’t feel her limbs. ‘I can’t move. I’m dying.’

‘Not if you reach the light in the hut.’

So she crawled to the light she couldn’t see, struggling to reach the hut that wasn’t there.

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Read my Flash Fiction here!