Dolphins are Guardian Angels

A 100 word story for Friday Fictioneers.

Hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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Dolphins are Guardian Angels

I admired the parrot fish shoal dashing past, then wham! The impact dislodged my facemask; my flippers were clamped in the teeth of a shark. I struggled my feet free, readjusted my mask and mouthpiece, and swam to a coral buttress. I watched John climb into the boat ten metres above.
The excited bull shark circled and raced towards me. I was trapped.
I heard a screech of whistles and clicks, and a dolphin struck the shark’s underbelly. The pod harassed and chased the menace away.
My saviours escorted me to the surface, and to the safety of the boat.

Concussion in the Kitchen

A short piece of flash fiction for the Friday Fictioneers prompt.

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Concussion in the Kitchen 

At first, Beryl laughed. It seemed harmless. She arrived home from work each evening to a cluttered kitchen.
Although, she was certain the place was spotless when she left in the morning.
This problem started soon after the accident. An inconsiderate driver had knocked her from her bicycle, and she spent the night in hospital with concussion. The doctor advised that her head injury may lead to confusion and disorientation: take it easy.
She took pictures of the kitchen and kept a diary; it was not her imagination!
She lived alone.
Did someone else stay in her flat?

Why are Duck Eggs Blue?

This week’s picture on Friday Fictioneers reminded me of the British TV quiz programme “Eggheads.” Invariable the experts – The Eggheads – always seem to beat every challenging team who try their very best to win that elusive prize of a few thousand pounds.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Todd Foltz

Why are Duck Eggs Blue?

It was the deciding question. Carol’s team stared at her and she shook her head.
The crowd in the pub had gone quiet; was it going to be jubilation or sheer disappointment? The last quiz of the tournament and a winning prize of a two-week holiday in Aruba – all expenses included.
Why are duck eggs blue?
The team huddled together. Was it a trick question? They’d reached the final by sheer luck, Carol disagreed – they deserved to win.
‘What are they saying?’ Someone whispered. ‘They don’t know – not a clue.’
Can we have your answer, please?
‘Yes,’ said Carol.

How Great Thou Art

For my contribution to Friday-fiction this week I have made faith my central theme. Adversity strikes us all at the most inappropriate of times, and it is our faith that keeps us going. Faith and trust in ourself, in others and a better world – Smile.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 

How Great Thou Art.

They have come! Carol fidgeted with the cross in her hand.
“Then sings my soul, my saviour God, to thee. How Great Thou Art.”
Surely, they can hear her. “Down here in the basement!”
She watched the crowd of feet; police and medics take away her captor, her abusive and weak-minded cousin. Her keeper.
Carol struggled against the straps in the wheelchair. “Down here in the basement!” She screamed through the gag.
She heard the vehicles drive off; the sudden silence speared her heart.
Carol’s sliver cross fell. “Lord help me today.”
Behind her, the lock turned, the door opened.

Conquer Your Fears

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio

Conquer Your Fears

John’s birthday surprise left her speechless. In shock, Lynda climbed into the balloon’s basket; her shoes caught on the step. Her mind was screaming for excuses. Why did he have to sell his motorbike?
Lynda screwed her eyes closed and gripped the rail as if fused to the metal. Sweat dripped over her brow, and champagne bubbles churned in her stomach.
The engines’ roar and the swaying movement made her legs tremble.
‘Look,’ shouted John.
She peeked and saw her Mum waving. She relaxed and thought, this is okay. The balloon juddered; she vomited her champagne and caviar over John.

The Pleasure of Food

Friday Fictioneers – hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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The Pleasure of Food

A sneaky snack while she waited. Laura licked some prawn sauce off her thumb as she heard the elevator start up; Melvin has arrived at last!
She checked in her hand mirror and wiped the crumbs from her chin.
She smiled, where will he take her tonight. Antonio’s does a great Lasagne, and their raspberry ripple you could die for, besides Tony’s a teaser.
Melvin appeared with a stern, disappointed look on his face.
Was it going to be one of those nights?
What now!
He stared at the food wrapper.
He is such a stickler about her petty pleasures.

Young Ones Get Married

Friday Fictioneers 100 word story – Hosted by Rochelle.

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Proclaimers – Let’s Get Married.

Young Ones Get Married

“Remember our nights in the Barrowland Ballroom. It was wild jigging and dancing. We went mad when Lulu sang ‘Shout’ and then there was ‘Let’s Twist Again.”.’
‘Oh Jack, you were lapping around me like a puppy.’
‘Ten times asking; are you dancing? You said not on your nelly.’
‘Bugger off, I said.’
‘We were wild, rocking around the floor, – everyone watching.’
‘What went wrong, Jack? Look at us.’
‘Fifty years, and they’re still watching.’
‘Aye, and I am still waiting. Are you asking?
‘Oh Maggie, enjoy the moment.’
‘Jack! It’s our tune “Let’s Get Married”.’
‘Yes, I know.’

Dangerous Dating Game

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple sends this week’s 100 word writing challenge. Click on the link for other stories

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Dangerous Dating Game

‘Yes, the market.’ She giggled on the telephone. ‘We can meet for a coffee and Pani Popo.’
I hid behind the hats; she looked older than on eHarmony.
Why has she brought friends along or are they her daughters?
This is awkward as I look nothing like my Internet profile, and I don’t like groups.
We agreed on an afternoon alone.
People say I am shy and lack self-esteem around women – acting strange.
Once I was taunted on a date – you are a freak!
In anger, I released the padlocks and threw her off the boat; she drowned.
What a pity.

What Lasts Forever?

My apologies I missed last week – I seemed to have run out of ink.

This week’s Friday Fictioneers from Rochelle

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What Lasts Forever?

It was a dare; we ran naked along the beach.
Months later, the best man embarrassed us. Who told him?
You decorated and choose pictures for our home.
One day you said, “Nothing lasts forever.”
You left and disappeared.
I never liked your taste in art, and I was pleased to dispose of our differences.
But you were wrong.
When I close my eyes, I am with you under the moonlight; swimming.
I dream of us bobbing in the warm water; floating with promises for eternity.
Without your spirit, I flounder in this lonely depth of my dark despairing sea.

Mercado without Roots

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Mercado without Roots

Just another day at Hernandez Hermanos Mercado.
The gossips at the taco stand whisper – there is civil war between the brothers.
It’s about Isabella, rumours of a secret child in the convent.
Until Isabella Lopez returns to the village, Ricardo refuses to provide root vegetables for Miguel’s market stall, unless he denounces his love for Isabella.
Senior Lopez forbids his daughter to marry any of these ‘granjeros’ and has placed Isabella in the hands of the Sisters of Santa Cruz for safe keeping.
The Taco seller takes bets. Which brother will Senior Lopez shoot?
Will there be carrots next week?