Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
The whole family together; that’s what I’ll do. Put all these pictures into a leather-bound album. I need to sort them; uncles, aunts and the great-great somebodies or another? My brother’s family pictures have survived as has one of Uncle Bert in uniform. I am not sure how old my mother was then, but the boy on the tractor, well that’s me with Baxter my collie. Oh, here’s Auntie Rose with a Derringer tucked into her fishnets. Was that real?
‘Family memories?’ said the nurse.
‘Yea, that’s all I have left.’
‘Okay, we need to change those bandages.’
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Tagged Family Memories, Family noir, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Gedichte, Kurzgeschichte, Old Photographs, Relationships, Short Story, Writing
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.
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One of our wonderful Friday Fictioneer supporters has read my book; thank you.
I am delighted Laurie Bell read my novel Missing and wrote a concise and honest review.
Read her thoughts on her site. Rambles, writing and amusing musings
My inspiration for the novel came after meeting relatives at recent funerals. We knew of each other but have never kept in touch, in one case I made the presumption that two people were my cousins. We had started school together and played games on their farm. We were the same age, and I assumed at the time they were my cousins. I called their father, uncle. It was only recently that I learned they were my father’s cousins.
With family secrets and misinformation, I developed the novel. It is a collection of snippets of real events each balanced on the premise of something missing. On the surface, the main character Laura is missing her mother, but underneath every other person in the book is missing an important aspect of their lives.
I believe the revelation in the novel asks the questions;
Who suppresses the family secrets in your lives?
Would you want to know?
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Tagged Book Reviews, Crime, Family History, family secrets, fiction tells the truth., Friday Fictioneers, Great writing, Honest Book reviews, Kurzgeschichte, readers choice, Relationships, six word story. flash fiction. Great writing., unsolicited book reviews, Writing
PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr
Anya was naked and walked past.
I stopped reading.
(Mrs Newsome wanted Strether to rescue Chadwick from a wicked woman.)
I was dressed when Anya emerged from the bathroom.
‘Ready?’ She adjusted her blouse.
In East-Berlin, we had met in a provocative gaze across a crowded room.
‘Will he be alone?’
‘No,’ she said. ‘My flight is tonight.’
Col Kryuchkov met us at Marx’s Tomb in Highgate, and I gave him the USB memory.
‘I love you.’ I kissed Anya. ‘Goodbye.’
The encrypted files were bogus lists of double agents.
Another time, they may return to poison me.
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Tagged Double Agents, East-Berlin Spy, Espionage, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Honey-trap, Lost love, Mystery, Relationships, Short Stories, six word story. flash fiction. Great writing., Wicked Women, Writing
PHOTO PROMPT © Penny Gadd
A Wonderful World of Plants
A woman in green came to our school; she told us about a wonderful world where dreams came true. She believed how plants could care for us; they were special.
‘Take this moon rock,’ she said. ‘Put it in a jar and keep it in the dark overnight.’
Everyone in our street had one.
It seemed miraculous, the speed it grew, up and over the kitchen walls. No one knew what it was. The cats were first to vanish then, Bertie, our dog.
Then one day!
‘Good morning,’ the plant said, trailing a tentacle around my neck. ‘I’m so hungry.’
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Tagged Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Gedichte, Green woman, Horror, Humour, Kurzgeschichte, six word story. flash fiction. Great writing., World Of Plants, 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 – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
Escape from Corfe Castle.
Holmes is missing, and the last train waits.
We came to investigate the torture and murder of three French spies, but found them unperturbed drinking real ale in the Purbeck Arms.
A trick and heinous treachery by Professor Moriarty to lure us to death in the dungeons of the castle.
What is taking him so long?
The scarlet sky, not a good sign, its dying rays dripping like blood over the castle ruins. Is it the end of Holmes?
What next; a screeching Pterodactyl swooping downwards.
‘Quick, Watson!’ Holmes shouts from the beast. ‘Jump on before the magic wears off.’
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Tagged Corfe Castle, Flash Fiction, Gedichte, Kurzgeschichte, Mystery, Sherlock Holmes, Short Stories, six word story. flash fiction. Great writing., Writing