I wished there was more I could do for the old man as he walked the streets.
His shoes worn and weathered, being held together with sticky tape.
I wanted to take him to the nearest shoe shop, but would they be willing to help?
He claimed he didn’t need a new pair, as they wouldn’t last as long as these had.
He didn’t have time to break in some new shoes; he had many more miles to travel before he reached his destination.
I lead him to the shoe shop all the same, hoping to find a perfect fit.
The piece above was written as part of Friday Fictioners, which I have sadly not taken part in for a while. A Big thank you as always goes to Rochelle for hosting :).
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Copyright to Sandra Cook
There was this house at the end of the road.
It held so many secrets, People tell the tale of those who used to live there, apparently there was a murder, a man killed his wife and two kids, apparently it’s haunted, and no one wants to buy the haunted house at the end of the street.
I watch the kids playing inside, egging each other on to go upstairs and those standing taking photos to use for inspiration.
And I just stand there too embarrassed to admit that, I own the house, it’s just another project I never started…
Thanks as always for Rochelle, who organises Friday Fictioners, where we are given a picture prompt and have to come up with a story using 100 words.
This story is based, on two Euro Million winners and there DIY project,
Copyright Victor and Sarah Potter
So we failed, she turns up on our doorstep, unannounced in her white gloves and all to high standards, walks into the kitchen and what was hanging from the light?
“You wouldn’t believe how quick spider’s build their webs.”
I keep telling her and…
“We just have a high inhabits of eight legged friends,”
but she just laughs.
It doesn’t help that her perfect son is scared of them anyway, so three guesses who gets to capture the damn things?
Bloody perfect up bring and boarding school education and he is scared of spiders where did I find this loon?
I wanted to get in as soon as possible for Friday Fictioners as I keep missing it otherwise. Thanks as always to Rochelle who forever is managing to find these pictures to inspire us into writing something in 100 words.
Today has been a shite kinda MS day, including failing asleep at my desk and coming home and seemingly sleeping loads that I decided I had better get up and do something!
Lots of positives in my writing journey, so if another has nothing better to do, I have 10,000 words I could do with someone dictating!
Finding the Right Fit
PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg
How difficult can it be to pick which hat you want?
We have wondered around the markets and the shops looking for one you like the best.
You don’t want a multi colour one, or one with a bobble on top, so what kind do you want?
I never imagined how tiring this would be, being dragged around town by my ten year old, trying to find the best fit.
If one isn’t chosen from here, I worry that you will want to return to all the others you liked before to make sure you didn’t miss the one.
Big thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioners! Where we all come together and write a piece of writing inspired by the picture provided in only 100 words.
I am so busy trying to edit my novel at the moment, I don’t think it’s good enough to send to my mentor Rachel, but I kinda sick of reading it! Especially the beginning! I have this huge thing in side me that wants to go out and buy who to books. Will it ever be good enough to send to her, I doubt it!
Welcome To The Family?
Image courtesy of J Hardy Carroll
We were all fast asleep when his pager went off, they had told us when he qualified it would start off quietly, they lied!
Andrew dived out of bed to get changed and to the station, As I tried to settle my racing heart, Melanie then appeared asking what was going on, closely followed by her brother.
“Out of the way” Andrew shouted racing down the stairs and out the door, leaving the chaos behind, I guess I had better let the dog out for a wee and settle everyone back down again.
“Welcome to the family?”
This was written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners. Rochelle posts a picture prompt every Wednesday with the challenge to write something in 100 words, no more no less.
This weeks picture is very apt as my husband qualified as a Retainer Fire fighter about a week ago and we are awaiting his first call out. No doubt it will be like the story above.
New Home Worries
We were so excited about moving to our flat on the 55th, but then I stood and thought about all the things that could possibly go wrong living up so high up.
Would the cladding be fire proof and safe? We didn’t want to be trapped in a fire.
Are we in the flight path of any planes? Then again airport security was now said to be second to none.
How long would be have to wait for a lift, would there be one especially for tenants as I don’t want to stand next to business men with my cases.
Friday Fictioners is run by Rochelle, where we all come together to write a piece in 100 words of less.
The piece I have written could be extended… I’m not sure I am feeling it this week, having not taken part of a while, I thought I had better make an appearance. : )
© 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…
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)