The Daybreak Dog Walk

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PHOTO PROMPT © Peter Abbey

The early morning sun failed to warm her as she walked her border collie that morning.  It was bright, but the cold penetrated clothes and body, demonstrating nature’s supremacy.

Scrumpy padded ahead, nose infiltrating the smallest of gaps, sniffing to establish who had preceded him on this route.  Emerging from the tunnel, he bounded into the bushes.

His sudden yelp startled her.

She ran to where he had disappeared, catching on thorns in her frantic attempt to reach him.  He lay lifeless in the ditch and she bent to touch him.

From behind, a strong hand clamped over her mouth.

Word Count: 100

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

 

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Souvenirs

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PHOTO PROMPT © Claire Fuller

He started collecting objects early in our marriage saying they were things he picked up on his lone walks with the dog, but they seemed to hold a special importance; Shells, nets and miscellany placed on old wooden shelves.

Years later the meaning of the souvenirs he collected became apparent.

Having watched the news item, I went into the shed where he kept the odd assortment.

The stone, which I had blithely commented looked like one of the Beatles the night before, was arrogantly displayed on the shelf.  It was the one the seven year old girl had been carrying.

Word Count: 100

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

Life Is All About…

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“How do you stick it in this horrible flat?”

“This is my home Karen.  If you don’t like it, don’t visit!”

“But you used to live in such a fabulous house.  Don’t you miss it?”

“I think about what I have, instead of what I don’t have.”

“And what would that be… exactly?”

“My independence,” she smiled appreciatively.  “Possessions without happiness have no value.”

Justine realised her friend would probably never ‘get it’.

“Wealth isn’t about belongings.  If you have love, good health and contentment, you are richer than the glitterati.”

Karen looked sceptical.

Justine gave up trying to explain.

 

Word Count: 100

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

Reflections

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PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

When did it happen? 

Was it recently or had it started a long time beforehand: slowly corrupting and defiling, gnawing away until ruination was complete?

Was it his fault?

Was it mine?

What, specifically, had I done?

Or what had I failed to do?

Something I had taken for granted?

Too much alcohol?

Not enough fruit?

Why me?

Why not the skanky tart in the house next door?

The drug-taking, boozy slag.  She abandons her kids (fathered by three different men), to bring themselves up while she parties.  Why should she be able to conceive and not me?

 

Word Count: 98

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