Sweat trickled down her back despite her breath being visible in the early evening light. It was a miracle she'd got this far. She stopped for a moment, to adjust her grip, then staggered on, pushing with all her strength. The last fight had been the worst. His cruel words finding their way to the… Continue reading In Plain Sight (Sunday Photo Fiction)
Annie grabbed another handful of cake, still chewing the last. Her eyes were lost in a veil of smudged mascara, and endless replays of that morning. Her stunning meringue dress was now up passed her ears as she sat crossed legged on her best friend's floor. Jen sat opposite her, working her way through the… Continue reading Just Desserts
“You riding alone?” Nicki looked along the line to the man towering over the ride attendant. “Indeed” he replied. She watched as he folded himself into the carriage, his movement like liquid. The ghoulish siren wailed and the man was carried inside. “Weird” “What?” Annie asked, beside her. “Oh nothing” More carriages departed before she and Annie… Continue reading Lone Rider (Friday Fictioneers)
“Marie, are you in here?” “Shhhh... I’m meditating. Go away.” Charming. I thought, closing the shed door and hurrying back to the warmth of the kitchen. I took a sip of her unwanted tea. Why she insisted on going out there at all hours was beyond me. “I feel more at one with nature” she’d said… Continue reading Shed Some Light (Friday Fictioneers)
She had to keep walking if only to find some solace for her naked feet. The ice underfoot was biting at her toes. My shoes. Where are my shoes? Innocent words she’d thought and spoken so many times in her lifetime. Would she ever be able to utter them again without these haunting memories? She… Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction: A Lucky One
She had always worn an underskirt. I remember them swaying in the breeze as they hung side by side on the washing line, crisp and white. Although they were much more than that. They were my sail on far flung adventures across the sea; the flag of my enemy surrendering at last. A beautiful veil… Continue reading So Many Stories (Friday Fictioneers)
“This one, this is it” Maive pressed her cheek against the elegant pile, a sweet smile on her lips. Her hat teetered and fell to the ground, point first. “Move over, I’ve got this.” I flicked my hair behind my shoulders, wrapped my arms around the towering roll and pulled. Maive smirked at my efforts but I… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers: Which One?
Darcy pulled her scarf up and hunched her shoulders high. She felt stupid already and it was only four minutes after nine, but she'd known all along Jack wouldn't come. She wiped the bright red lipstick from her lips, and gingerly stepped across the ice back toward the school entrance. The note could have been… Continue reading Playing it cold (Friday Fictioneers)
I round the corner fast, head down, legs pumping furiously, my mind on the repetitive turn of the pedals. I know I'm making good time even without checking my watch, because I know the routine of this place. I see the sign hasn't yet been put out on the pavement at Pirelli's as I speed… Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction: A Silent Witness
Here's my second go at Friday Fictioneers 🙂 It's ended up being a bit of a play around with dialogue. This Beautiful Life "It's broken" Janet mutters, her arms embracing the contents of the wash basket. "What? The toilet?" My hands stop short at my belt. She's already half way down the stairs, a trail of dirty… Continue reading This Beautiful Life (Friday Fictioneers)
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