PHOTO PROMPT Sarah Potter
The Gardening Project
It seemed like a good idea at the time to start my own gardening project, I had these big ideas of what I could grow from tomatoes and potatoes to flowers of all different colours to brighten up the place.
The local supermarket sold children sizes shovels and gloves, we could grow things as a family, and the kids could help me pull out all the weeds so I thought. They quickly lost interest in gardening as their swings and bikes seemed more fun.
And as for me other things started to get in the way of this grand project.
Based on a true story (haha)
Rochelle hosts the Friday Fictioners a 100 word Flash Fiction, where we write something based on a photo prompt, pop over to her blog and join in the fun. 🙂
Photo Prompt thanks to Karuna
Mum had tried to get Gran to start going through her things and get rid of what she no longer needed.
Mum knew that if she didn’t at least make a start her brother and her would be left with the lot to sort when she had gone.
Gran hadn’t been very corporative with the idea of a sort. Then the fire happened and almost everything was lost,
She said that Grandad had asked her to leave the fire on for when he came home from work, but he never came, he never would he had already past on.
Big thanks to Rochelle as always for hosting this weekly event.
I’ve not been around alot recently with so much other stuff going on, Insurance Study, Bank Holidays, Attempting to write my novel, the Manchester stuff. Hopefully I can get back on track now, with this and the upcoming IWSG Blog hop,
I hope everyone is okay 🙂
I woke suddenly as I heard a crash coming from somewhere, I was scared, alone and I couldn’t see anything but darkness. I began to shake as I pulled the covers up toward my chin, frozen with fear was this end had someone let slip where I was? maybe if I stayed very still curled in a ball and held my breath I’d be safe.
As the sun began to rise I started to wonder,
creeping from hiding place,
I felt so stiff from being curled up so tight maybe if I just looked out of the window…
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
I missed last week for various reasons, so I hope this works out okay!
Friday Fictioners is hosted by Rochelle on her blog, so make sure you pop by to join and read her works.
I am not sure on this, this week but here goes…
Image courtesy of Liz Young.
“I don’t’ want to die, I don’t want to be alone, I want to stay here with you”
“You won’t be alone, you’ll be with all the angels and friends that we thought we’d lost”
“Can’t you come too?”
“It’s not my time yet, but there is a seat at the crematorium I’ll come and visit”
“I will come and talk to you like I am now, fill you in with all the goings on”
“hush, there is no need to be scared, you’ll be safe”
“I love you”
“I love you to”
Beep beep beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
As always hosted by the Rochelle the weekly 100 word flash fiction inspired by the above photo. Come and join in the fun!
Sorry that I am late to the party this week!
Saving the Last Dance
PHOTO PROMPT © Magaly Guerrero
I always wanted to dance as much as I have always wanted to write, after long summer days spent with my Gran looking with wonderment at her old dancing shoes.
We would pretend to dance and she would always be full of stories about how Grandad and she would dance the night away. How they would have won Strictly Come Dancing if it had been on in their day.
She would say that when she thinks of him in Heaven she knows he’d be busy trying to woo those angels’ but he would be saving the last dance for her.
Thanks to the amazing Rochelle who hosts Friday Fictioners and I am sorry I am late to the party (insert excuse here) this week.
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Points Make Prizes
Opening the door I knew why my messages had gone unanswered all night, as I was meet by the smell of stale alcohol and cigarette smoke. I navigated across the living room through empty beer cans and spotted the PIZZA! Then I remembered the diet! It was too late my senses had gone into over drive! My mouth watered I could almost feel it inside my mouth and taste the crispy base. If I went out for a run and to Zumba later, I’d get more points? So I could retrospectively use the points now and devour the pizza!!!
This was written as part of the Friday Fictioners which is run and organised by Rochelle (her favorite colour is purple too!!!!) Check out her website for more information
Image courtesy of Jellico’s Stationhouse
I stood next to my work adjusting and fiddling with it; I had moved the lamp so many times making sure it was in the right position to shine the white light onto my painting. Looking for my parents in among the constant stream of bodies, I felt sick as I started to panic. What if they didn’t like it? What if my tutor and the examiner didn’t like it? I felt the soft touch of reassurance on my shoulder as I caught sight of my parents
As my tutor glided towards them she whispered “they’ll love it”
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly 100 word challenge inspired by a photo prompt and hosted by the fabulous Rochelle.