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.
Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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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.
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WHEN I AM ALONE, I AM AFRAID.
I can’t remember when I first noticed the little bird, a wheatear. When the telephone rang it appeared at the window and when I hung up the handset, I would drop some seeds or crumbs outside.
A bond developed between us and mutual expectation. The bird became my companion, and I was its source of titbits. We were creatures of habit, and the little bird became a great comfort to me in my moments of deep anxiety.
The bird will migrate soon, what will I do?
I wished the calls would stop, or at least whoever it was, would speak.
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Tagged Afraid and Alone, Friday Fictioneers, Gedichte, Ghost Story, Kurzgeschichte, micro-fiction, Mystery, Nuisance calls, Short Story, Wheatear, Writing
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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?
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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.
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Tagged Apocalyptic virus, controlled procreation, dystopia, fertility loss, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Gedichte, Great writing, Kurzgeschichte, Observational, Short Story, Writing
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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Peace on Earth.
I love the solitude of walking in the park; it reminds me of you asking to play ball with me. Afterwards, we grew in love sitting on a bench talking of brilliant futures.
I am alone tonight since Old Joe with his terrier are in the hostel. He once said the park was his kingdom of peace on Earth.
I believe him.
The snow muffles sound, and the crunch of footsteps are reassuring as I retrace my memories.
It has been years, but I can feel you holding my arm and see the snow sink with your footsteps by mine.
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Tagged Dreams, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Ghost Story, I can't let you go, Kurzgeschichte, melancholy, Memories of you, Mystery, Peace on Earth, Romantic, Short Story, six word story. flash fiction. Great writing.
This week I was inspired by Stephen King’s novel Misery.
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Constant Itching is Misery.
My dermatitis was getting worse; a life of misery.
Martha, my treatment nurse, suggested an allergy to soap or detergent.
But which one?
‘I’ve read your book,’ she said.
She used solid ice cream to cool my legs – it was heaven.
‘Perhaps itching powder,’ she stated, and patted my skin dry.
She spread a foul-smelling ointment onto my chest.
‘That makes it worse. It stings!’
‘Painful,’ she said. ‘You mean like Elaine.’
‘Elaine! She is not real, it’s just a story!’
‘Maybe she is the reason for your rash.’ Martha rubbed in the gel. ‘Poor Elaine.’
‘Please stop.’ I screamed.
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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
Meet me by the Amaryllis
Julie called and told me to meet in the Biosphere by the amaryllis flowers.
Don’t be late, her excitement was infectious. I suspected, she had great news from the fertility clinic.
I booked a table at Antonio’s for later.
Emergency vehicles blocked 5th Avenue and because of the long detour I was late.
Where was she?
The flowers were beautiful – I wondered if they would miss one for Julie’s hair.
I could say it had fallen onto the floor.
It’s not like Julie to be late, I checked my iPhone.
I read the news; three dead on 5th Avenue.
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Tagged Amaryllis, Biosphere, Biosphere Living on Mars, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Gedichte, Great writing, Kurzgeschichte, Life in Eden, Romantic, save the planet, Short Stories, Short Story, Tragedy, Writing
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PHOTO PROMPT © Mikhael Sublett
Evidence of Generations Lost
Grandfather died from the RAF bombing in Duisburg.
From his will, we owned the Einfamilienhaus; a ruinous shell in a wild garden.
We were delighted and began the renovation work with enthusiastic zest.
We found a painting in a secret room behind a wall. Imagine our good fortune.
“It’s a masterpiece,” the Kunthaus said. “Priceless and magnificent. Looted!”
And the skeletons?
Their descendants claimed the art and wanted retribution.
Were we to pay the price for our grandfather’s past?
Later, we discovered he had hidden and saved those poor people from transportation.
Why does thirst for revenge percolate through generations?
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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
The Portal To The Future
This building is the architectural symbolism of harmonious and cultural coherence of Earth’s civilisation, the official view.
In reality, it conceals the Portal between the present and the future.
As the guardian I hold the key.
I am tired, and before my passing, I will reveal some dark secrets; nations will disintegrate into anarchy, and great men mauled to their death. Those people trusted me with their souls, and safe-keeping of wealth stolen by their evil deeds of injustice. They abused the power of the future.
I have locked the gates and taken the Portal with me.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria
Healthy Curiosity or Weird Paranoia
It’s my chance to read her diary.
She scribbles secretly every night. What does she write?
Why should I care?
Perhaps she makes notes about my impotency, I’m sure.
What is she planning?
A holiday, a birthday surprise? Notes to support a divorce!
Should I? Yes, I will.
She has such beautiful writing, something I noticed before we married.
Gym – met Danni. She’s pregnant. Tried to convince her not to terminate.
Ah! I know she craves a baby.
Booked into Prima Inn for Thursday. Bought my favourite undies.
John is such a hunk.
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Tagged divorce, Friday Fictioneers, Impotency, Kurzgeschichte, Paranoia, Personal Diary, Relationships, Secret Affair, Short Story, six word story. flash fiction. Great writing., Writing