Friday Fictioneers: Escaping

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

Escaping

 

The streets were lit up. I breathed a deep sigh of relief and rushed on dragging my blood soaked leg behind me.

Thank god!

I didn’t know how long I could run from these people without them slitting my throat. For days, I had been locked in that dungeon of theirs, without water, without food, worried I would be tortured further but somehow I had escaped …

And with their diamonds worth millions too. I needed to find the airport, start a new life as a new identity. Sun myself, finally know what luxury is all about.

I hear familiar voices …

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Golden

 

 

 

 

 

Golden

 

Every week he would practice his basketball skills while his Mum sat watching him as she ate her sandwiches. Each miss, she would encourage him. Each success she would cheer …

Years later, he stood at her grave. He worked at a local deli and she was just as proud before her death as she would have been if he was a basketball star …

The memories they shared were golden.

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Friday Fictioneers: The Long Queue Attracts Notice

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

 

The Long Queue Attracts Notice

 

The wait in the queue was always long. Today, the crowd seemed to have gotten even longer.

‘Sure there’s no work for the young.’, an old lady said kindly.

‘I worked all my life. Pack of scroungers!’, calls out an old man moaning.

In that queue, a twenty-something year old woman stood, let his comment slide off her back like the rain. She believed someday her life would change but if it didn’t she would still be doing better than that bitter man looking for a medal for being lucky enough to find a job.

Pathetic.

 

 

 

Friday Fictioneers: Weird Warehouse

 

 

 

 

Weird Warehouse

 

Where was I? I didn’t know. Could I get to the window and escape? Why was I so small?

With tremendous effort, I hoisted myself on top of two presses and broke the window with a hammer which was lying around this weird warehouse. I felt the air on my skin. Freedom.

That’s when my leg was pulled down, dragging me back into the darkness never to be heard from again.

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Reading

PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

Reading

 

As Michael got older, his eyesight started to go. Each night he tried to read because that is what he had always done. The print was so small and his eyes strained but he picked up little bits here and there and got the general gist of the story.

Then one day, he met a woman, fell in love, her eyesight was still holding out after all these years and she read to him. A chapter a day in her melodious voice and each day, cosed up with a book, they fell more and more in love.

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Routine

 

 

 

Routine

It was a routine appointment for Claire. Like how her friend Joanne went to the book club or her other friend Sophie went to her careers advisor. It was an appointment she wouldn’t tell the girls about at lunch later. Doctor Cole tried to get her to open up about why she looked so much for love, why she felt so much rage. But Doctor Cole would go home to her loving husband and forget all about her.

I want love so bad because Daddy never gave it. I feel so much rage because Daddy was a controller of Mum.

 

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Friday Fictioneers: So Sensible

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Linda Kreger 

 

 

So Sensible

 

It was one of those days. You are on holidays. You do a pub crawl and you end up doing that dance they do at weddings or New Year’s parties. Follow the leader? Everyone get in a line? Become a train carriage? Something like that. (Too drunk to know darlings!) And passers-by think you are a crazy but you are living your best life.

But come tomorrow, they will probably be the ones living it up.

Sometimes you just got to unwind and not be so sensible.

 

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