Friday Fictioneers – hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
More fllash fiction stories from the group – here.
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?
He stared at the food wrapper.
He is such a stickler about her petty pleasures.
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Tagged Easy Food, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Kurzgeschichte, micro-fiction, Observational, Over eating, Pleasure of Food, Relationships, Snacks for all, Too much of a good thing
My apologies I missed last week – I seemed to have run out of ink.
This week’s Friday Fictioneers from Rochelle
Read more contributions with this link.
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.
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Tagged Dark Despairing Sea, Dreams, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Gedichte, Kurzgeschichte, Lost love, Observational, Relationships, romance, Romantic, six word story. flash fiction. Great writing., spiritual
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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
After the virus, only the state sponsored selected elite could procreate, and placed under medical supervision to produce fully formed immune humans.
For us it was a crime.
I collapsed to my knees. Grace was in tears, her body shaking.
‘You’re pregnant?’ I whispered into her ear. She nodded.
‘My cousin said . . .’
‘Yes!’ I held her shoulders. ‘We must go.’
We knew about the family escapees hiding around the north lakes; hunters exterminated those captured on the spot.
That night we navigated our balloon in a northward storm and prayed for our future and unborn baby in the wilderness.
Posted in Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Only 100 Words
Tagged Apocalyptic virus, controlled procreation, dystopia, fertility loss, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Gedichte, Great writing, Kurzgeschichte, Observational, Short Story, Writing
My new year’s thanks goes to the staff at the Writing Magazine.
They have printed an article about my publishing process for my novel Missing.
On Page 47.
I have copied the short article below for your enjoyment.
A Process of Discovery
‘The idea for my novel Missing crept into my head and would not go away,’ writes subscriber James McEwan.
‘Lately, I was attending a lot of family gatherings and discovered a few of my relatives were not who I thought they were. Three children who started school with me were my father’s cousins and not mine as I believed.
‘My idea for the novel was simple; what if you knew nothing about your parents and relatives?
‘Before I wrote Missing, I had an ending in mind, and I worked backwards to create the plot and story. This helped me to adjust the outline and create a structure before I started to write. I prepared a fictional family tree going back three generations and researched the elaborate legalities of inheritance regarding land ownership.
‘I attend the monthly meetings of Indie Author’s World at a Waterstones bookshop in Glasgow and the group encouraged me to publish the book independently by creating my own imprint (Alibrasphere) complete with ISBNs. They also reviewed my cover versions and offered editorial services. Having this support gave me the confidence and added obligation to finish writing the book.
‘I used KDP to print various proof copies until satisfied with the paperback cover and the formatted content and when ready I released the e-book Kindle version. Although Amazon provides worldwide distribution and visibility, many bookshops, (I am advised), in the UK will not order directly from them. I wanted my book to be available from all the bookshops and therefore I set up an account with Ingram-Spark, this provided print on demand service for the paperback and also a wider distribution of the e-book for other digital reader devices.
‘Missing, is available from bookshops and to read on Kindle, Apple Books and Kobo.
‘Taking the independent choice for a first novel resulted in a lot of hard work, and I envy those authors who have a traditional publishing organisation to support them.’
Posted in Blog, Books, Uncategorized
Tagged First Novel, Great writing, Independent Publishing, Indie Authors World, Kurzgeschichte, Observational, Subscriber Spotlight, Writing, Writing Magazine
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Addiction to Purple.
Read the other pieces of flash fiction. HERE
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Grandmother’s Advice – Family Pagoda
When we were children, we would sit with our grandmother and gaze at the boats on the lake.
She would stitch away at her patchwork quilt and listen to our problems.
‘Remember,’ she once said. ‘Hitting people is wrong; although,’ she laughed.
‘A quick slap to make a point and a kick up the butt is good for lazy ne’er-do-wells.’
She shook her head and pointed at us. ‘Yea, they soon forget the pain and may even thank you.’
‘Whatever you do; don’t torment people.’ She wagged her finger. ‘Emotional scars don’t heal.’
She would never talk about Uncle John.
Posted in Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers
Tagged emotional pain, emotional torment, Family History, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, mental scars, Observational, Relationships, six word story. flash fiction. Great writing., Wise words from Grandmother
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Friday Fictioneers
PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda
I asked; they won’t open the doors until he arrives.
Until then, everyone must queue.
That’s the burden of being famous and popular;
People arrive extra early to be certain of a seat.
In this rain why don’t they let people in; they’ll catch a chill or worse.
Yes, they’ll get frustrated, agitated and the atmosphere during the event will turn hostile. Such shame, making people wait in the rain when they could be warm and cosy inside.
Yet, nobody recognises me in this red cap.
I think you should.
Yes! tell them you are here.
Posted in Blog, Friday Fictioneers, Short Story
Tagged Celebrity Conceited, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Humour, Kurzgeschichte, Observational, Short Stories, six word story. flash fiction. Great writing., Writing
An opportunity to read my short story books, they are free on Amazon this week.
Author Page Amazon.
Let me know what you think, which was the best of the bunch?
I am working on a new anthology – title undecided – I am aiming to produce 300 pages based on a theme of lost love. It will not be a romance collection, instead it will be a series based on real life events.
I received a lovely comment from a reader about my book, Missing.
She found the description of the location, setting and the farming community authentic and real. This, she believed, could only have been written by someone from within that environment.
I felt humbled by her enthusiasm.
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Tagged Cosy Crime, Creative writing, Flash Fiction, FREE Ebooks, Humour, Mystery, Observational, Sherlock Holmes, Short Stories, Tales of a different kind, Writing
Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Is she coming?
Wait by the plugs, she had said.
Where is she? My stomach tightened, and I strode around the display.
I looked at the tickets; the train leaves in ten minutes.
Her father; did she tell him?
We booked Gretna Green for tomorrow morning.
I saw her and picked up my bag.
‘Come on Aileen, let’s go.’ I took her arm. ‘Where’s your suitcase?’
‘John!’ She stood and squeezed my hand. ‘I can’t.’
Regret rippled down my spine.
‘There is no baby, and my –’ Her eyes were tearful.
A splinter of shame split my heart in two.
Why run away to Gretna Green?
Posted in Blog, Friday Fictioneers
Tagged Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Gretna Green, Observational, Relationships, Romantic, Runaway Lovers, Short Stories, Teenage Lovers, Young Love
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
Independence Day Parade
‘Marcel are you coming.’
‘No, not until I get nuggets.’
‘Get out from under the table. Do you want to see the parade?’
‘Yes, but I want nuggets.’
‘Don’t spoil the holiday, son. We’re going now. Bye.’
‘Wait! I want turkey nuggets.’
‘Mom’s already gone to watch the parade. Now come or stay.’
‘Can you buy me nuggets?’
‘Sorry son, Mom’s taken her purse.’
‘Dad, why do we always have to do what Mom’s says?’
‘Let’s go watch the bands.’
‘Okay. Will Mom buy the nuggets afterwards?’
‘Maybe. Just remember independence and freedom works better, if you’re nice to Mom.’
Posted in Blog, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Short Story
Tagged Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Gedichte, Humour, Independence Day, Observational, Parenting, Relationships, Short Story, six word story. flash fiction. Great writing.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Valerie J. Barrett
My Grandma’s cottage is a museum now; clean and full of curiosities that visitors point at. Her blackened kettle and the old iron shine as if new.
She was a small woman, but resilient, strong and religiously devout. Like my grandfather and father, I would shake in terror when she called us for dinner.
She rapped our knuckles with the spoon if any hands, faces or finger nails showed traces of lead dust. We prayed, thankful for our cleanliness and our daily bread.
Grandma believed that personal pride was above poverty, and every home in our community washed their steps.
This week’s photograph remined me of my visits to Wanlockhead – now a tourist/museum site.