Waterlogged

Waterlogged Trolleys

PHOTO PROMPT © Janet Webb

In the floodwater, abandoned trollies looked like peculiar, angular wading birds.

They could have been robots, except they were immobile.

Staff paddled out in wellies to gather them up.  They weren’t easy to push against the water, but damage limitation was essential.  The store was literally ‘going under’.  Anything that could be salvaged, would be sold to reduce the loss.

The owner, Tony, looked dolefully at his ruined stock and rued the day he had sunk everything into the business.

Capitalising on his misery, a man called out “Oi, mate.  We offer industrial cleaning services.”

Tony’s reply was less than polite!

Word Count:101

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

 

Liberty to Choose

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PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

Despite the hell we went through, the overwhelming feeling I had was one of freedom.

The tension within the household evaporated; The children were no longer afraid of breathing in the wrong direction.

I wasn’t restricted to a particular brand of shower gel anymore.

Oh how long, I browsed the shelves!

I desired one due to its fragrance, another because of the promises on the bottle and yet another for its hue – how well it would look in my bathroom!

Simple selections taken for granted by most.  But I savoured the experience.

My choices to make, free from control.

 

Word Count: 100

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

 

Baa Baa Baa-Ran

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Photo Prompt (C) Sandra Crook

 

Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa-Ran

Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa-Ran

Went through a fence

Looking for a ram

Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa-Ran

Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa-Ran

Saw a gorgeous man

Thought she’d better take a chance

Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa-Ran

Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa-Ran

They were frolicking and a-foolin’

In the grass by the van

Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa-Ran

Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa-Ran

Five months later and

She had a little lamb

Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa-Ran

Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa-Ran

 

Word Count: 98

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

If You Can’t Do The Time…

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Marler Morrill

The heat and dust were overwhelming.  Jasmine slipped into an alleyway to the relief of the cool shade.  Drifting from the garden beyond the wall was a strong perfume of roses.  Alexandre was waiting impatiently.

“Take this.  Hide it in your suitcase and deliver as agreed.  Here is half up front, the rest when delivery is confirmed.”

Jasmine stuffed the cash and drugs into her bag and they left in opposite directions.

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In Departures Jasmine was arrested by two gorilla-like policemen who man-handled her roughly displaying their contempt.

Convicted, she faced a life of hell in a foreign prison.

Word Count: 100

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