The Beach

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The fragrance of seaweed mixed with salt filled her lungs as she sat watching the waves gently licking the rocks.

Seagulls called overhead whilst a puppy chased a Frisbee drifting on the wind.

Feeling completely at ease with life, she watched two young children frolicking in the sea.

The smell of fish and chips wafted under her nose indicating lunchtime and she realised she felt hungry.

A loud noise broke into the idyllic scene.  Screams and mayhem followed as people frantically tried to escape from the aftermath of the bomb.

From the cliff above, Abdul watched the carnage and smiled.

Word Count: 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

Wedding Day Advice

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

After the earlier activity with the flowers arriving, the hair-dos, make-up and at long last wearing the dress for real, it seemed suddenly quiet.

Alone with Dad in the home where I grew up, he chatted to fill the silence.

“I’ve just got one more thing to say,” he told me.

“Oh blimey dad, it’s a bit late for the ‘birds and bees’ and I am not backing out now if that’s what you’re about to say,” I thought.

But, what he said next was neither of those things;

“When it gets to the hymns, please for Gawd’s sake mime!”

Word Count: 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here

Optimism and Reality

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PHOTO PROMPT © CEAYR

Arriving in London, Amelia was filled with hope.  The neon lights induced excitement.  She had left behind her dreary existence and anticipated a glamorous lifestyle.

She had secured employment in a restaurant frequented by celebrities.

Although the flat she rented was grotty, soon she would inhabit a much more luxurious setting with a rich, handsome star.  Hitherto she hadn’t caught anyone’s eye, but it would happen, she knew.

Accidently tipping moules frites over one A-Lister, she was sacked immediately.  Unable to pay the rent, the landlord kicked her out.  Destitution followed.  The neon lights replaced by a lone red one.

Word Count 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

 

 

It’s A Bird’s Life

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“OK, stay still while I count,” squawked Cyril bossily “1, 2, 3… 16, 17, who’s moved?” he screeched agitated.  He flew back to the beginning.  “1, 2… 20, 21.  Who’s missing?”

The birds all began twittering at once.

“It’s Bert,” said one.

“It’s Shirley,” said another.

“I’m here,” chorused Bert and Shirley together.

“It’s Fenella AGAIN.  Always Fenella!”

With a flamboyant flap of wings she landed.

“Sorry, I got distracted,” chirped Fenella preening her feathers.

“Fenella, you must take this seriously, we have a long way to fly south and can’t keep stopping because some passing male takes your fancy.”

Word Count:100

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.