Shopping and happiness

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks to Marie Gail Stratford for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford

“Mmmh!…blue…red… green. Which one?”

Amy’s fingers tapping hard on her chin. Her eyes are fixed on them, as they are hanging in the trial room.

“This one!” She picks up the green one.

“Mmmh…it suits my skin tone well.”

“Amy!” calls her friend, “time to go… closing time.”

“Yah! Coming.” Like a broken spell — her eyes move away from the mirror, and she starts folding them.

While travelling on the bus, posters of models stare at her. In the cell’s mild glow, her face looks content. A smile rests on her face. Order placed — her art products will arrive tomorrow.

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Exquisite Objects

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks to Sarah Ann Hall for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Ann Hall

 

A palace is a palace; therefore, exquisite beautifying objects adorned its space.

For the children, the rule was — Do not play near them.

For the others, the rule was — Do not touch or be close, as to scratch or break, anything.

For a cat, the rule was — Mind its business. So it did.

It skyrocketed towards a rat.

The final blow was deadly. Its sharp claws moved rapidly throwing fire. The rat escaped. Instead a vase accepted its fury. Intoxicated by the blow it danced drunk.  With adjoining friends, it toppled. Pieces rested in peace.

Meeewww! …. cause had sprinted away.

 

The Last Sunrise

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks to Roger Bultot for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Amber sneaked out of the house.  Outside sat partially darkness. The shadows were rising in silky silhouettes.

She had walked on the gravel, mud path many a times. But today, she walked without any friends.

The scene looked perfect. The swollen grey clouds hung above, ready to cry, but something was stopping them from bursting out.

With a camera in her hand, she tried to capture the scene — the last sunrise….

Tring! Tring! Her singing cell phone shattered the silence of the place.

“Amber! Where are you? Come… before the movers… are here….”

“Yah…mom…comin. Just, saying goodbye to a friend.”

 

A Myna

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks to Douglas M. MacIlroy for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO POMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

Uncle Martin was my favourite. One day, his truck stopped outside our house.

I ran out. He picked me up. Put me on his shoulder and we zoomed into the house.

Inside the house — he… getting out candies from his pocket; I… grabbing them reflexively. Engrossed as I was, unwrapping and chomping them, I noticed uncle’s hands in front of me.

“A gift for you,” he said.

My eyes grew with joy. I ripped the shiny wrapper with my sticky fingers.

Inside was a soft, fluffy bird.

“A mynah!” he said.

It chirped and flapped on pressing the switch button.

The Moon

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks to Ted Strutz for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

The place was filled with joy, laughter and champagne. I was not happy.

I stood where I could see the moon.
Droplets of pearls — her words —fell from my eyes.
“I miss you, mom.”
She wanted to go there.

I run downstairs.
Go to my laptop…log in…fill the form. Hit submit.

“Mom, I’ll go where you wanted to go. Dad’s got a new wife and here’s to my new life. Guide as always.” I speak a silent prayer.

“Moon watch out, I’ll be coming soon.” A promise, I make to the moon.

 

 

Partnered to serve

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks to J Hardy Carroll for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

A special thanks to all the readers for their time, too. I came with another story and couldn’t stop myself from sharing it. Hope you enjoy!

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Days of searching, now stopped. My partner and I stood against an old abandoned building.

“Should we go or wait.”

“Why wait? Let’s g….”

A screeching siren had interrupted us. It came from inside the place.

“Do you think, somebody….”

Jerry started moving, and I followed him like Mary’s lamb.

Terror was walking in the air. Something was hanging in the dark against the wall. I neared it.

I heard a sound from behind. It was the cracking sound of my skull.

I turned around. The light was fleeing the scene. The door was taking me in. The case — CLOSED.

A Sunday

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks to J Hardy Carroll for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

A special thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

“Honey, I’m so excited. Thanks!”

“Sure, no problem honey.”

We stop in front of a building. The gates are locked.

“Are you sure… this, is the place, honey.”

“Yah! It says, ‘you’ve reached your destination.’ Jump out! Let’s just check.”

“Are you sure — this is — the transport museum?”

“It’s ok, maybe we are earrl….”

Oh My God Honey! Just check this out. It says: Trespassers Will Be Shot Without Notice. LET’S GO!”

“But…”

LEAVE! your stupid… transport.”

The car is in motion. Silence is now seated with us.

“Anyways… thanks! for spoiling my Sunday.”

Unwanted Things From Past

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

For this week’s photo, thanks to Sarah Potter and Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

A special thanks to all the readers for their time as well.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter

While cleaning our basement, I found a lot of old stuff. What caught my attention were these shoes.  I could not recall whose these were.

My husband’s… no.

My father’s…sure not. He hated brown.

It’s so old that I can’t even tell their colour. Anyways, I pick them up and throw them in a box of “unwanted things from the past”.

As I throw them, I catch a strand from the past and everything reels before me.

“Grandpa!” How could I forget him? I remembered how I walked on his feet… on these shoes. Now I remember them right.

Art and Heart

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week over here, you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

For this week’s photo, thanks to Kelvin M. Knight, and Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

This is my first story at Friday Fictioneers after a long break. I hope you enjoy the read and thanks for reading and visiting.

“Mom! Look at her. She is again playing with food.”

“George your sister isn’t playing. She is making art. Don’t trouble her. She is an artist in the making.”

One year in art school — Vanessa learned all about art and heart.

Two years in art school, and she aced in love… by making a run for it.

 

 

Not until next year

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo. For this week’s photo, thanks to Jan Wayne Fields.

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“Do you have everything in there?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

“Now, we’ll just have to wait for the night sky.”

“I hope everything works well this time.”

“Don’t worry, it will. Haven’t you heard: Think positive and it’ll be positive.”

***

“It’s time. Bring the chicken.”

“What chicken? I thought you’ll get it.”

***

It sounded like a war was being fought inside the tent.

***

Until, next equinox the sacrificial white cloth has preserved its cleanliness. Although, it fears if it continues like this, the fools of this generation will never be able to make a sacrifice ever.