Moving House – Friday Fictioners

Moving Houses

© 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.

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Bloody Foreigners – Flash Fiction

Bloody Foreigner’s

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

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!

Ode to IRS- Friday Fictioners

It was my turn for my picture to be the prompt for this weeks Friday Fictioners and I have some how read everyone’s interpretations. It is a bit scary how many people wrote about me!!  HAHA

So here we go.

Ode to IRS

They sent her home, she was too ill to work, and then the doctor signed her off sick.

Last time she had left her desk for so long they kidnapped her penguins and held them to ransom, putting them through all sorts of torture.

They told her to rest and that her health was more important than Bonds, but her work was her life and without it she felt like nothing.

She’d have to cope with kid’s television and her children’s arguments while resting on the sofa.

One day she’d return but for now she had to rest and sleep.

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Thanks Rochelle as always for hosting and thanks to everyone who has taken part : )

The Gardening Project – Flash Fiction

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. 🙂

 

Flash Fiction – Gran

Gran

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.

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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 🙂

 

C x

Flash Fiction – In Hiding

In Hiding

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.

Friday Fictioners – Goodbyes

Hi Guys,

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”

“Every week?”

“I will come and talk to you like I am now, fill you in with all the goings on”

“I’m scared”

“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!

 

 

Friday Fictioners – Saving the Last Dance

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.

Friday Fictioners – Points make prizes

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