Flash Fiction – American Dreams

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© Ted Strutz

It had been a once in a life time trip to America, as the boat pulled into the harbor I was beginning to long for home.

I had seen the sites of Michigan, I had eaten an English muffin and watched the “game,” visited the zoo and fought to keep my coke, but there was nothing like being home.

The plane ride would take forever and I would have to watch a ton of films just to get through it, but it would be worth it in the end being home.

So long my American friends thanks for the memories…

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Friday Fictioners is organised and run by the amazing Rochelle Fields, where we are challenged to write a piece of fiction based on the photo she provides on a Wednesday. It’s loads of fun, everyone has there own take on the photo.

This weeks piece is semi autobiographical, about my first visit to America, when I went on a trip on the Detroit Princess (we think, I went on some boat, so we could be wrong)

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Flash Fiction – Sandwiches with Love

Sandwiches with Love

Making the sandwiches before I go to bed is a tedious job, the hubby wants egg while the children want Jam, but they had Jam yesterday!

I really want to go to bed, I want snuggle up and sleep, not be stood here making sandwiches!

Pulling the slices out I remember to open them like a book, so they fit together! Why does it matter if their sandwiches aren’t symmetrical? Who checks their sandwiches? Other than hubby of course!

“Who made a bloody whole in the bread” I snap!

Until I notice the silent thank you and sign of love.

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Photo courtesy of Kelvin M. Knight

 

It’s Friday fictioner’s time again, though this is written from my POV I often wonder what my hubby things about in an evening when he makes our packing ups! Especially now he has to make three sets and not two!

This was written as part of Friday Ficioners a weekly 100 word flash fiction challenge. That is hosted by Rochelle, so make sure you check out the other blogs.

 

 

The Climb – Friday Fictioners

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bulltot

The Climb

“Are we nearly at the top yet?” my son asked

“Thought you said you’d race dad to the top?.”

We were climbing to the top of a big hill in search of some ancient ruins, the more steps we climbed, the more unsteady I felt, wondering if my legs would give way and I’d fall flat on my face.

“Take your hands out your pockets, you’ll be more centred” daddy shouted from ahead.

They had promised tea and cake when we returned to the car, though right now we weren’t even half way up! No chance of cake anytime soon.

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Thanks as always to Rochelle, who run and organises Friday Fictioner’s, where we write something in 100 based on a picture prompt.

This weeks piece is based on two events in my life which have involved climbing HUGE hills to look at ruins! More recently in Burnham on Sea and in the past at Tintagel

Friday Fictioners – Young Love

Young Love

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My boyfriend phoned and told me he had a surprise for me, and to come round at dusk.

As my mum drove, clearly in on the surprise, I was full of excitement and nerves, having already spent the afternoon worrying about what it could be.

He took my hand and led me blindfolded to the back of his house and what greeted me took my breath away.

It was magical with all the pretty lights; he’d set up a table where we could enjoy a romantic meal of sandwiches, crisps and cake, that he had prepared early with his mum.

Written as part of Friday Fictioners, which is kindly run by RochelleRochelle. She posts a picture every week and in response us Friday Fictioners write a 100 word flash fiction.

Common in and join us one week!

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I am still as ever concentrating on my story, still using the online critique group, we are getting closer and closer to the part where I haven’t written anything. As works slows I have been writing stuff instead of working..

 

 

Moving House – Friday Fictioners

Moving Houses

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© Dale Rogerson

There is enough stress as it is when you are moving house, never mind when it gets to the day and you are left waiting for hours, waiting for the money to transfer. You’ve been ready to go since seven!

Mother, always insisted on the house being spotlessly clean for the new owners, I never understood myself, as I scrubbed the working tops and the floor.

When the time came and it was all go, we had the keys and we could move stuff into our new home imagine my surprise to find these left on the table for us!

 

Written as part of Friday Fictioners, a 100 word flash fiction challenge, hosted by Rochelle.

Check out Rochelle and other Fictioners and maybe join in too!

Bloody Foreigners – Flash Fiction

Bloody Foreigner’s

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Image courtesy of Kent Bonham

We had been stuck behind this car for ages, as we traveled on holiday, my dad was getting more and more frustrated

“Bloody foreigners!” he shouted angrily.

“At least if you are going to come over to this country and drive on our road…”

I try to and calm him down.

“They’re not that bad dad, a lot of them come over here and do good things.”

“Like what!”

“Many of those in our medical profession come from abroad.”

“oh.”

He suddenly went quiet, thinking…

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I hoped he was remembering all they had done for mum, before she died..

Want to join in? Friday Fictioner’s hosted by the fabulous Rochelle? Find out more HERE 

I have been trying hard with my grammar this week, I generally have no clue where I am supposed to put these marks. I seemed to have missed 101 in grammar at school. To the point of my son (8) knows better grammar than me!!!

But I am trying to learn from the feedback I have been getting from my story on Scribophile.

 

Dream Catchers – Flash Fiction

Dream Catchers

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Thanks to Janet Webb for the photo

 

Whenever we stayed at Grandma’s, she would tell us stories all about the Big Friendly Giant, it was her favorite book. When we closed our eyes to sleep we would dream of the adventures we could have.

Imagine our excitement when we were playing in her garden one day, and we came across a jar of dreams.

When we noticed the candle our excitement went into over drive. Maybe Grandma’s stories were true and if we sneaked down the garden late at night we would see the BFG and gran catching dreams and storing them away for those in need.

Thanks as always goes to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioners and another inspiring photo.

I am sure everyone is aware of the BFG story by Ronald Dahl, but if not here is the link to Wikipedia, thought I have only seen the film in parts. Imagine what we could do with a jar full of dreams!