Lottery Win… or Loss?

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

When we won the lottery, we bought a grand, new house in Cheshire and furnished it expensively.

We splashed out on a yacht and journeyed to exclusive and affluent resorts, spending giddily.

We were living the dream; no money worries, doing things we’d always fantasised about, laughing like newly in-love teenagers.

He doesn’t know I saw them together.  Beautiful, vacuous, calculating bitch!

Silly old goat really believes she fancies him.

She can’t give you what we’ve had all these years.  How can you be so gullible, so conceited, so insensitive?  

Oh, how I wish I’d never bought that damned ticket.

 

Word Count: 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

Woodland Manoeuvres

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

He tensed at a rustling sound behind him.  He was motionless except his eyeballs, which darted rapidly covering all directions.  His heart drummed vigorously, but he kept his breathing steady.  Prostrate in the undergrowth unwilling to divulge his position, he grew cold.

A crunch to his left warned him of a passing being.  Muscles taut and senses fully alert, he held his position.  He was uncertain yet whether it was wolf, bear or psychotic murderer, but he was equipped and prepared for any event…

“Christopher, time to come in now darling.”

Any event, except his mother calling him to lunch.

Word Count: 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

A Lifetime of Love

PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast

Jane watched as Bobby suckled her breast.

She rejoiced when he rolled over the first time.

She clapped gleefully when he took his first steps.

She wiped a tear from her eye when she left him on his first day at school.

Tears again, when he graduated.

She hugged him and his fiancé when they announced their engagement, thrilled at his choice of bride.

She held him close before he went to Afghanistan.

Now she watched, inwardly weeping, as his pregnant wife spoon-fed him after the bullet left him less capable than the day she had given birth to him.

Word Count: 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

 

It’s Not Purely Academic

PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma

Karen was a little different.

Some girls are part of a gaggle, always huddled together, giggling, chatting, falling in and out of friends from day-to-day, but Karen was often alone.

Mrs Davey looked out of the window and sighed.  Karen has a beautiful nature. Children can be so cruel.

At the bell, the children trooped back in.

Mrs Davey asked the TA to supervise the class and quietly took Josie outside.

Next playtime, Josie made a beeline for Karen and tucked her arm in hers.

“Would you like to be my friend?”

Mrs Davey gave her an almost imperceptible wink.

Word Count: 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

My New Dawn

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The sunbeams dancing through my window-pane quietly rouse me.  I listen to a dustcart drawing nearer.  It’s early, but I’m keen to make a start.  I make myself a promise: I’ll not linger over previous unhappiness.  He had my past, but he’ll not affect my present or future… ever.

Today I’ll buy curtains to keep the early morning sun out.

I can do whatever I want.  I stretch languorously, the things I need to achieve today parading through my head.

No point lying in bed thinking about it, I get up and start living my life the way I want.

Word Count: 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.