“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 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)
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)
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Helen rested her head against the door, defeated. If it had been any other day she might have laughed at this. She looked sorrowfully at the pieces of the doorknob in her hand and let the tears flow as she released them from her grip. Mr Spinks purred and rubbed himself… Continue reading Another Door Closes (Friday Fictioneers)