Back Room Secrets

A brief 100 words for Friday-Fictioneers. Read more stories click here.

Thanks to our host, Rochelle, for selecting the picture prompt provided by Susan Rouchard.

PHOTO PROMPT © Susan Rouchard

Back Room Secrets

Mary screamed; a wave of anger raced down her spine.
She had barged into the back room, which he had kept locked.

When she asked him why, he distracted the issue by pointing out her unhealthy habits.
So, what! She played badminton, with chocolate cake and red wine afterwards.
She had friends.

But what did he do in the back room?

Those lost library books. They charged her.
Her cat, Toby, stuffed!
Here, her missing shoes.
Posters of naked men.

What will people think?
They will gossip.

First clear up, remove her lingerie from his body.
Then call for help.

The Pyromaniac

Once again we are in the world of the Friday-Fictioneers. The Wednesday prompt gives us 48hrs to think of a story, I usually wait until Thursday, so I am early this week. Thank you Fleur for the photograph. What were you watching?

Our host’s site is found by clicking her name Rochelle.
Other story contributions can be found with this link, HERE.

PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind

The Pyromaniac

Charlette ended her call.
‘That was Mum. Great news, the police found our car.’ 

Her friends whooped and cheered.
‘The camping trip’s still on.’ Charlette gave everyone the thumbs up. ‘Get packing. We’ll leave this afternoon.’

‘What about Anne,’ Jenny said. ‘Will she be coming?’
‘Are you kidding!’ Charlette shook her head.
‘She’ll go crazy.’

The Avondale camp site had built a new utility building after last year’s deliberate fire.

‘It’s a break guys, stress free.’
‘Yes, but Anne–‘
‘You don’t have to come.’
‘Oh no! I’m not staying alone with Anne.’ Jenny grabbed her bag.

Mum called again.

A Flash of Truth

This week’s Friday Fictioneers’ photo prompt makes me wonder how the photographer had the patience to capture the image. Lightning does not, in my experience, strike or pose on demand.

Thank you to Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Visit her site to learn about her routine swimming ritual.

More story contributions can be discovered HERE.

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

A Flash of Truth

“For all you folks out there, the golf course is closed today as severe lightning is imminent.”

‘That’s a shame.’ She switched the radio off and wiped the snot from little Barry.
‘Looks like Papa maybe home early.’
Shirley knew Mike couldn’t play well, but he brags a hole-in-one in every game.
Only last week, he showed a picture of him with Bill celebrating at the ninth.
She recognised her sister Mary in the background.

They kissed when Mike arrived home.
‘Fantastic,’ he said. ‘Great play today.’
‘How is Mary?’ She laughed. ‘Coffee at the nineteenth?’

‘What? Hell!’

Adrift in my Mind

Friday-Fictioneers

Thank you to Brenda Cox for this week’s photographic prompt. As always, the challenge for the Friday-Fictioneers is to produce a 100-word ‘novel’ out of thin air.

Looking at the picture, I sensed an isolated group adrift at sea, or a tourist trip on a raft and a setting for an oriental film.

Thank you to Rochelle for hosting the prompt. Click on her name to visit her home blog. You can read other story contributions by clicking HERE.

PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox

Adrift in my Mind

Yesterday, I saw a mermaid preening sea algae from her hair.
No one noticed. Sitting on a protruding rock, she beckoned me with a seductive stare.
I said nothing.

At sun rise, dolphins and the mermaid surrounded our raft.
I pointed, but the others saw nothing and laughed.

That evening, I meandered along the shore with the waves lapping over my feet; thoughts of the mermaid tumbling in my mind.

The breeze carried her enchanting voice, and I waded out to stroke her hair.

She snatched and held tight as we kissed.
Gasping for air, I fought and struggled ashore.

The Office Laundry

The challenge this week from Rochelle for Friday-Fictioneers is a lovely picture from Na’ama Yehuda. My first impression to this prompt was to think of Thumbelina and where she would do her laundry? Instead, I have gone for piece about an office party.

More stories form the group can be found HERE. Visit Rochelle for an insight to her world.

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

The Office Laundry

The office secret Santa presents are useless items given to generate moments of tasteful laughter at the party.
They gave Mrs Welsh a pair of woollen knickers as she constantly complained about the cold air beneath her skirt.

Occasionally, the joke was incomprehensible and generated both unease and fodder for speculative gossip.
Why did Julie spill her drink and blush when George Carson received a pink toy washing machine?

Doris had seen them holding hands, and Angela thought Julie looked radiant.
Should they buy new hats? 

Tom, the Devil’s advocate, bought a black tie, in case Mrs Carson found out. 

The Future is Bright

Friday Fictioneers photo from Fleur shows one of my irritations when driving at night; bright headlights from oncoming traffic. However, the rustic-red coloured sky is the lovely.

Thank you to Rochelle for the prompt and many other stories can be found HERE.

PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind

The Future is Bright

Don’t be angry John!
Forgiveness is humble, trust me.

Debbie, trust me! If only I can reach eighty-eight mph and drive into the white.
Then we will live a future of eternal happiness.

John, please slow down!

He pushed hard on the accelerator and drove into the oncoming light.

A horrendous roar of a foghorn exploded towards them.

Debbie grabbed the steering wheel and turned the car on to the verge.
The DeLorean rattled over the rough gravel and ground to a stop.

Oh, Debbie… I’m really sorry.

Please John, I forgot to feed Baxter.
And, he needs his walk.

Innocent Days

A small ditty to lighten the seasonal mood.

By a lakeside there stood
An enormous cottonwood
where I wooed a pretty lass
and we drunk pink bubbly
eating bread and cheese
a secret inside her panties
she said, was mine to please
alas, I knew she was a tease
I could not find her hidden spots
among those tangled hairy knots

Which deflated my amorous mood 
Beneath this enormous cottonwood.

World out of Focus

Thank you Rochelle for the photo-prompt and for reminding me to visit the opticians for my annual eye test.

Readers please click on Rochelle to visit her site. More stories about the writing prompt can be found HERE.

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

World out of Focus

Certainly, sir.

We have a range of paranormal spectacles.

Yes, our mood range. The rose lens lets you view the world in eternal, euphoric happiness.
Our blue ones present a cynical world of bitterness and grievance.
Apparently, they are very popular with politicians.

Our nostalgic glasses will let you wallow in a mud pool of missed opportunities and shameful regrets.
However, this monocle will swell you with pride as you relive achievements and insurmountable success at the expense of others.

These, in cotton wool to avoid distortion, present a view of your future.

You may not like what you see.

Sibling Rivalry

Looking at this week’s photo prompt, I can only imagine how uncomfortable the owner of the discarded boot must have felt.

Thanks to Rochelle for posting and encouraging us to write our 100 word stories. Other contributions can be found HERE.

PHOTO PROMPT © Starsinclayjars

Sibling Rivalry

How could you, Sonia?

Sorry Anne, I only took it off to scratch my leg.

The support boot was brand new. 

Wilhelm distracted me and offered to push me into the library.

Do you know what it costs?

Wilhelm suggested we go hill walking this weekend.

I’m not buying you a new one.

He made me laugh. Really, in my wheelchair, I said. 

Are you listening to me?

Stop fussing. Wilhelm promised to take me trekking once my ankle has healed.

Well, look after yourself this weekend.

Anne! Why?

Wilhelm is taking me sightseeing and to a show in Paris. 

Love-soaked Honeymoon

Thank you, David, for your photo prompt for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. I can imagine sitting in the hotel having breakfast watching torrential rain thunder down outside and thinking -it looks like another day at the indoor pool or playing cards. So much for a day on the beach-.

Check out our host Rochelle’s site and other 100 word stories HERE.

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

Love-Soaked Honeymoon 

Olivia screamed in laughter as they dashed through the rain and fluttering confetti into the limousine. Everyone cheered from under their umbrellas.
Their photographer abandoned the garden and riverside shots instead took indoor pictures around the reception hotel’s flora.

They left promptly, only to be delayed at Gatwick before their flight took off to Antigua for ten days on hot Caribbean sandy beaches.

Constant lashing rain from the tail end of hurricane Fiona kept the newly weds tucked up in the honeymoon suite.
‘I’m sorry about the rain,’ he said.
She kissed him. ‘It’s my fault for marrying you, Noah.’