Welcome To The Family – Flash Fiction

Welcome To The Family?

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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.

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Proud wife!

 

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New Home Worries – Flash Fiction

New Home Worries

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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. : )

 

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)

Flash Fiction – Sandwiches with Love

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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!