#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.


Lakshmi Bhat


“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.”


“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.  


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


Carrot Ranch #FlashFiction Challenge November 18: Dance

november-18 Dance

This week Charlie Mills at Carrot Ranch has asked us to write 99 words about ‘dance’.

I remembered a wonderful wedding I have recently witnessed where a beautiful hymn was sung. Most of you will recognise it woven into my flash.

Weddings are stressful moments. Bride and groom make a lifelong commitment to each other. Both have their pasts to deal with and a future to forge together. Can we come to terms with our past? Can we be sure we are making the right choice?


The Lord of the Dance

The wedding began.

I danced in the morning when the world was young.

The choir sang.

I danced in the moon and the stars and the sun.

I came down from heaven and I danced on the earth.

‘I can’t,’ whispered the groom running into the snowstorm.

Dance, dance, wherever you may be.

‘She’d want you to be happy,’ pleaded the bride holding his hand.

I am the lord of the dance, said he.

And I’ll lead you all wherever you may be, 

‘Take me back to the altar.’

And I lead you all in the dance, said he.


November 18, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write dance into your story. Twirl your characters round and round or stomp your plot onto the page. Use dance in any way that comes to mind. Be specific or free, tango or disco.

EXTENDED DEADLINE! Respond by December 1, 2015 to be included in the weekly compilation. Rules are here. All writers are welcome!

Thanks for the prompt Charlie! If you want to read some of the other entries or take part, here’s the link!