Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

Fiction Friday: The Gift Shop

Posted on by
8

The Friday Fictioneer challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo prompt.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Walking to an interview, Barb’s nose started to bleed. “Sit, sit,” she heard, as someone grabbed her elbow, guiding her to a chair in a gift shop. She looked up; an old Korean man offered her a towel.

Soon, the bleeding stopped. The man put a silk scarf in her hands. “You take, bring back,” he insisted. It completely hid the stains on her blouse.

Retracing her steps after the interview, Barb stood over her own dried blood on the sidewalk, from earlier. Only no gift shop was there. She touched the scarf, in silent wonder.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fiction Friday: Sorry I’m Late

Posted on by
5

Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo prompt.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Melanie Greenwood. Three empty chairs at a bistro table.

Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Melanie Greenwood

Martin’s untied shoelace lodged in the escalator’s teeth, jerking his shoe off his foot as he tried to step off. As the safety alarm wailed, Martin wrested free his shoe and slinked away.

Five minutes later, he was stuck in traffic behind a broken down bus. He reached for his phone to call Randall, his major investor. Only, no phone was in Martin’s pocket.

He arrived at the bistro over an hour late, to an empty table. As Martin sat and wallowed in his bad luck, he heard a voice say: “Martin, I’m glad you’re still here. Sorry I’m late.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

To read other stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.

Fiction Friday: Scavenger Hunt

Posted on by
9

Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo prompt.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright The Reclining Gentleman

Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright The Reclining Gentleman

Larry arrived at the lakeside, out of breath. He’d found six of the scavenger hunt items and only lacked this last one. This time I’m ahead of everyone, Larry thought, especially Mountain Mike. Larry smiled at the thought of holding up the first-place trophy.

Larry deduced that the last item was on the lake’s island; he scanned the shores for a canoe.

A wop-wop noise broke his concentration: a helicopter approached. It hovered over the island and a figure descended on a rescue line. Larry recognized the neon orange jacket even from this distance: Mountain Mike.

Curses! Foiled again!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

To read other stories based on this photo prompt, select the smiley blue frog.

Fiction Friday: Parallel Universe

Posted on by
8

Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo prompt.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Douglas M MacIlroy

Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Douglas M MacIlroy

“What’s all this?” Sheila asked. “Oh, Tim started his collection when we drove to the California coast. He always had bulging pockets while we were there,” Nancy said. Sheila grew up in Montana, never traveled past the mountains and considered the oceans part of a parallel universe, but not hers.

She slipped the striped shell into her pocket, not knowing why she didn’t ask for it; Nancy would have given it to her, she knew that. At home, Sheila put the seashell up to her ear, gasping when she heard the ocean’s roar calling her name.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

To read other stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.

Fiction Friday: What Was The Question?

Posted on by
6

Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo prompt.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Photo of a music room, filled with several keyboards

Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Do you own enough keyboards?” Mark asks, astonished, peering into the music room.

Looking around, Isabel sees only old friends. She touches the nearest keyboard, sighing, remembering writing her first song. Even now, she can hear echoes of her opening night on stage, feeling incredulous at becoming a “professional musician.” She had been excited and terrified. Years later, playing her Yamaha Motif XF8, she toured with Stevie Wonder. What a magical time that was. Isabel loves all her keyboards and the memories they create together.

She notices Mark waiting in the doorway, expectantly.

“Um, what was the question?” she asks.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To read other stories based on this prompt, select the smiley blue frog.