Cold Memories

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Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

The snowflakes on the window reminded the wizened old lady how she had met her husband Bert at a bus stop in the snow sixty years earlier.  They had shivered chatting in the cold.  A snowball thrown by exuberant youngsters had hit them.  Bert had thrown one back.  The fun had begun.

Sixty years of enjoyment, happiness and merriment had followed.  Never a cross word between them.

So many changes during their lifetime, but the one constant was their love.

Now he lie dead in their bed.

How could she have not known about Beryl next door all this time?

 

Word Count: 100

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

Long Distance Romance

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The dry heat hit Jo as she exited the plane.

It was four months since their last fervent rendezvous.  Five years of passion.  She was ready to settle here.

The warmth enhanced the fragrance of bougainvillea at the hotel and the lights created a magical feel. Perfect for a proposal!

Tanned and handsome, Flavio was leaning against the bar smiling broadly, chatting to someone concealed by the pillar.

Love and desire filled her soul.  Excitedly, she ran towards him.

Panic on his face.

Confusion across hers.

A leggy blonde wrapped herself over her man.

Matching wedding bands glinted their taunts.

 

Word Count: 100

 

A 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

An Empty Theatre

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Copyright -John Nixon

Without actors and audience, the atmosphere is gone.

Props which add ambience during a performance, look jaded when the show is over.

He steps onto the stage and imagines he is John Barrowman, singing and acting his heart out to an adoring crowd.

He rises to a flamboyant crescendo for the finale, flinging his arms out and raising his face to the lights.

The applause isn’t thunderous, but a solitary clap snaps him out of his moment.

“You would make an excellent Dick Whittington. Audition tomorrow 6p.m.”

So began his theatrical career.

He still hates it when it’s empty.

Word Count: 99

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

Madmen

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Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

Sorry, I am a bit late posting this week.  We have been on holiday in France and had no internet connection!  Anyway, after a wonderful holiday, it is back to real life and the legendary English weather!  A vague interpretation of the photo prompt, but really who other than a madman would be indoors in a diving helmet facing a corner of goodness know what?

 

Madmen everywhere; why do they all gravitate towards me?  What is it about my face, my demeanour that draws them to me, makes them feel that they can invade my privacy and space?

On the ferry, English aristocrat madman:

‘Can I talk to you? I am worried we are pulling it apart.  What colour are your eyes?  I can’t tell you the names of the people I am talking about, but please don’t tell anyone we have had this conversation.’

Irritating as can be on a five hour crossing. Worse, he drove off the ferry as drunk as a lord.

Word Count: 100

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

Bliss

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Thanks to Piya Singh for this week’s photo prompt.

As they strolled along the path, with the tinkling of the water flowing over the rocks whilst breathing in the fresh fragrances of the valley, Jane felt an overwhelming sense of well-being and happiness.

They reached an incline in the river and watched awestruck as the salmon leapt upstream to spawn.  They held hands, contented with the lack of conversation as they marvelled at the spectacle of nature.

She wished she could freeze this moment so that she could return to it whenever she chose.

Seldom in life, does one feel pure joy, but this was one of those occasions.

Word Count: 100

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