The Chase

Barbara Beacham is the kind host of Monday’s Finish the Story. Every week a photo and the first sentence of the story is shared and the challenge is to finish the story in 100 – 150 words. Thanks Barbara for this week’s photo and the challenge. I am participating after a long time, but after looking at this picture I couldn’t resist the story that came to my mind. Thanks to all the readers for their time and helpful comments.

Finish the story begins with:  He thought he found the perfect hiding spot, but he was wrong.

The chase had lasted for an eternity. My tiny heart pumped like a machine, ready to run separately from my body.

Finally it was my turn when he slept. I whispered in his ears. The whole night he kept tossing and turning. My belly danced as I laughed…enjoying the moment of his sleeplessness. His eyes were drowsy, in the morning.

He had no idea who I was, but for me – he was “the one”.

He had driven me to the motorway where my body became a pulp as a car ran over me. The good in me tried to convince me, “It’s not his fault.” I rested my case by saying, “Nah! I’m already dead. I can’t kill him, but I can at least make him crazy.”

Crazy he had not become till now, but I was happy to see him scared.

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Words she spell

“Granny can we go out to play in the snow?”

Copyright - Dee Lovering

Copyright – Dee Lovering

“No child this is not snow.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean nouh..not real snow.”

“I don’t understand!”

“Well, I don’t understand either.”

Big words started pouring from her that didn’t make any sense to me – polar vuhrtex… global warming… new ice age….

I ran super-fast to alarm my mummy. ” It’s granny she is casting spells on us. ”

Only that made sense to me, for I had seen big words used in story books to cast spells on people and places.


I wrote this piece from the POV of a small kid who wants to enjoy the snow. Although it has snowed in the month of July, it doesn’t make any difference to her.

Rochelle Wisoff- Fields-Addicted to Purple is the place where every Friday a photo is shared with an aim to write a fiction around it in 100 words or less. Anyone who wants to participate can click at FRIDAY FICTIONEERS to know about the rules.

Today’s photo is a contribution from Dee Lovering.

Thanks to Rochelle, a kind host, and Dee for sharing the photo with us. I would also like to thank my readers for visiting, reading and sharing their views.

World at a click

“A little right, boy.”

“Yes, mam.”

“Wow! look at these streets. Look at the stones. Now tell me if you don’t see some art here.”

“Hmmm!…Yes, mam.”

“Now take me a little left, boy.”

She marveled at the beauty laid in each brick…block by block. There was no further ahead. They hit the end of the path.

“That’s it Mrs. Rodriguez.”

The old lady got up from the chair as her entire weight made her wrinkled hands tremble a little. With the crutches clasped, she moved out of the room.

“Next time… a virtual tour, to…Eiffel tower.”

Sandra Crook

Rochelle Wisoff- Fields-Addicted to Purple is the place where every Friday a photo is shared with an aim to write a fiction around it in 100 words or less. Anyone who wants to participate can click at FRIDAY FICTIONEERS to know about the rules.

Today’s photo is a contribution from Sandra.

Thanks to Rochelle, a kind host, and Sandra for sharing the photo with us. I would also like to thank my readers for visiting, reading and sharing their views. I’m very happy with this one as I was able to write it in 99 words. Hope you enjoy it. 🙂

This way and that way

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Copyright – Stephen Baum

There came a phase when everything was black. The tunnel seemed endless and charcoal dark.

Deep was the fall and air so still.

No words, no ideas not even a single thought came to my rescue. Ravenous clouds of fear had encircled me.

HOPE! A ray of light…something, somewhere…should be…. I fell with nothing to grasp.

The end seemed final with a shimmer approaching, its warmth and tenderness embraced me as I neared. The light so kind and gentle was full of knowledge and wisdom.

Clouds of fear had evaporated. I took a fill of life’s nectar in it. Totally drenched, wearing variegated wings of creativity I flew past the light.

I rejoiced and sang like a drunken bee.


Rochelle Wisoff- Fields-Addicted to Purple is the place where every Friday a photo is shared with an aim to write a fiction around it in 100 words or less. Anyone who wants to participate can click at FRIDAY FICTIONEERS to know about the rules.

Today’s photo is a contribution from Stephen Baum.

Thanks to Rochelle, a kind host, and Stephen for sharing the photo. I would also like to thank my readers for visiting, reading and sharing their views. 🙂

Inhabitants

PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff- Fields

“Harold, I love this place… specially the woodwork.”

“Let’s finalize the place, then.”

“Yes! But there is only one problem – dirt and dust. You know I don’t like that.”

“My, love don’t you worry about cleaning.”

Both Harold and his wife could see a car coming their way.

“See, I told you no worries. Humans are here. If they’ll stay, they’ll clean.” said Harold in a soft tone.

They both started laughing as the new tenants walked right through them.

Rochelle Wisoff- Fields-Addicted to Purple is the place where every Friday a photo is shared with an aim to write a fiction around it in 100 words or less. Anyone who wants to participate can click at FRIDAY FICTIONEERS to know about the rules.

 

Globe Gobble

Barbara Beacham is the kind host of Monday’s Finish the Story. Every week a photo and the first sentence of the story is shared and the challenge is to finish the story in 100 – 150 words. Thanks Barbara for this week’s photo and the challenge. For this week thanks to Eric Wickland of Momusnews for giving us the first line to go with the photo.

Finish the story begins with:  At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it. 2015-06-15-bw-beacham

A walk by the beach was a daily ritual for me. Today was no different…sea gulls, lonely shore, ferocious waves and cool sea breeze. Casting an impression on the soft wet sand, I walked.

Something shone in the sand like a piece of sun fallen from the sky. I went near it.

“Ah! What a beautiful marble.” I said, and picked it up.

I found a perfect place for it at home – in a bowl full of sea shells.

Touch…it wanted to be touched…more than once. I had picked it up twice and touched it more than three times marveling at its hollow beauty.

Spell…an unknown spell was broken and I could see liquid gold gushing through its cracks.

Fire…it breathed life and turned into a ball of fire.

It didn’t burn me, but I stared at it. Hollow turned into pure beauty. In a moment everything changed.

Shift…our gaze had interchanged. Now it was observing me from outside.

Trapped… I wondered if I’ll be visible to Billy when he comes home.

Tattoo Not So Cool

“Do you see that?”

“Yes.”

“What is it?”

“A big oven.”

“What do they cook over there?”

“….things.”

“What kind?”

“…mostly… bricks.”

“I’m Micky and you are….”

“…No. 7.”

Micky gave a puzzled look.

“Yah! That’s my name. See this,” said no.7 as he extended his right hand, “they tattooed it in my wrist.”

“That’s cool. My mom says I’m too young to get myself tattooed. You look my age. How did you convince your mom?”

“I didn’t. They just did it.”

“How….”

“You ask too many question,” said no.7 and vanished like a smoke.

Micky screamed “Ghost! Ghost!” and ran like a weasel never to check this spot again.

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Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

Rochelle Wisoff- Fields-Addicted to Purple is the place where every Friday a photo is shared with an aim to write a fiction around it in 100 words or less. Anyone who wants to participate can click at FRIDAY FICTIONEERS to know about the rules.

Today’s photo is a contribution from Marie Gail Stratford.

A great thanks to both Rochelle and Marie for today’s Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to all my readers for their time and comments.

Call from her

Barbara Beacham is the kind host of Monday’s Finish the Story. Every week a photo and the first sentence of the story is shared and the challenge is to finish the story in 100 – 150 words. Thanks Barbara for this week’s photo and the challenge.

Finish the story begins with:  “Arriving at the beach, she reflected on her life.”

“Why am I here? What am I doing here?” she said.

She took out her cell phone.

“My sweet baby. Why did you leave us and go? I should have protected you from everything. I’m your mom.” she said.

With a heavy heart she started walking towards the sea. She stood deep in it. The dark blue water first ate her body and then slowly swallowed her head. Her eyes… now closed.

She was happy; she was running after her little baby.

“Don’t go away Jamie. Come to mommy.” she screamed loudly.

“Are you alright, hon?” asked James.

“Oh! It was Jamie. I so wish that I never wake up from these dreams. It is the only time that seems real to me.”

James took her in his arms as she cried the whole night.

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Copyright – Barbara Beacham

A great thanks once again to Barbara. Thanks to all my readers for their time and comments too.

Something to remember by

Barbara Beacham is the kind host of Monday’s Finish the Story. Every week a photo and the first sentence of the story is shared and the challenge is to finish the story in 100 – 150 words. Thanks Barbara for this week’s photo and the challenge.

Finish the story begins with:   “Are you laughing at me? “ Yes, they are.

I held a photo frame in my hands.

My best friend, Rose, and I are 65+. When we started hitting the loneliness road we decided to steer our lives a little…towards happiness. Rose enrolled for a photography class. I had always loved painting so I enrolled myself for an art class.

She came with a gift on my 70th birthday – kimonos – two for both of us.

We smiled gleefully in our kimonos and bright red lipstick. The timer was set… a flash and a click…captured us perfectly.

The picture had collected dust so I started cleaning it. It looked cloudy. So with a duster in my hand and my glasses on I took a closer look. Silence.

“Wahat! No wonder they looked the same size. They are yellow orchids not us in yellow kimonos.” I started laughing. Something to remember by…of course! not only the photo but my foolishness too.

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Copyright – Barbara Beacham

 

 

The Walk

son h“Daddy, daddy that toy is so beautiful.”

Dad knew exactly what his son was talking about, but he said, “Where, what, I can’t see. Walk fast or we’ll miss the bus.”

“No, daddy look over there,” and he pointed his little fingers towards a shop.
The dad could not ignore. He saw what his son was trying to show him. It was a toy car.
“I want it, please daddy can I get it. You didn’t give anything for my birthday also.”

The dad’s heart was saddened and he went to the shop along with the little one. He took out his wallet to pay the shopkeeper. The son was very happy, they moved out.
The dad pretended to have missed the bus. He said, “Oh! Son do you know we have missed our bus.”

The little boy said, “It’s ok daddy we have missed so many buses.”
With a smile on his face he said, “We can walk, I can walk.”
And they both started walking….