Friday Fictioneers 6-12-2017


Better Late Than Never

Daniel knelt,  arms folded across his knees, staring at the charred toys. When he closed his eyes, the images from Rwanda overwhelmed him.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

A hand touched his shoulder. If he’d come home earlier would this have happened?

He rose slowly, turned to his wife.

“You are not there anymore.”

“I know.”

“Houses can be replaced.”

“I know.” His eyes trailed over her shoulder, to the policeman by his cop car. He couldn’t see into the car.

Entwining fingers, they turned away from the rubble, walking towards the policeman, two children spilling out of the car towards them. Scopping them up, the family walked on, away from the past, into the future.


Sunday Photo Fiction – November 27th 2016


The idea of Sunday Photo Fiction is to create a story/poem or something using around about 200 words with the photo as a guide.  Read more here.


The storm rolled in the distance, clouds growing darker, heavier, with rain and whatever else lay inside. He didn’t know. Nobody knew. Since the Change, the Weather seemed a force of its own, changing on a whim. Those like him, meteorologists, were shut out. None of their knowledge meant anything now. The weather was, for all purposes, a living being holding the world, and him, hostage.

And so he waited at the window. Those who’d worked by his side were dying, one after one after one.  He was next or the storm would not have come. Soon life and things wouldn’t matter. The apartment. The furniture, the painting, his favorite wine. Pictures of friends and family long gone.

In his world, alone was a physical presence looming just behind.

The building quivered. He let the storm roll closer, engulf his building in its death-grip. Climbing into the open window, he dove into the heart of the storm. For the briefest second, he felt the storm one with him.  For the briefest second, he understood. And then, he was gone.

FFfAW Challenge – Week of November 22, 2016


This week’s photo prompt is provided by Footy and Foodie.

Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

1. A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.

2. Linking for this challenge begins on Tuesday and runs to the following Monday evening.

3. Please credit photo to photographer.

4. The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words). Please try to stay within this limit.



The travelers reached the ridge line by dusk, greeted by the last lingering sight of the sun.

“Think it will come back up in the morning?” Gustav asked, horse fidgeting beneath him.

“Best come,” snorted his companion. “Didn’t make no deal with my money,” here he glared over at Gustav, “to have it skip on me.”

“True,” Gustav reflected, ignoring the look. Who was to say he hadn’t left his wallet at home this morning?  It was always best to get the other man to spend his cash rather than spending his own. He liked cash and he liked to keep what he had. Small habit, but important.

They both stared down at the decrepit… what had they been called? Trucks?  Every once and again, they’d run into a reminder of the distant past. Musta been miserable.

“He’s gonna come back.  Can’t stand the world in darkness.  Piss’em off, I’d think.”

Gustav laughed.  “Oh, yes, I’m sure he’ll be back. And soon if I’m not mistaken.”

Life… and money….and the hook ….what else could a man want?




Quote For The Day 10-26-2016

Choose a leader who will invest in building bridges, not walls. Books, not weapons. Morality, not corruption. Intellectualism and wisdom, not ignorance. Stability, not fear and terror. Peace, not chaos. Love, not hate. Convergence, not segregation. Tolerance, not discrimination. Fairness, not hypocrisy. Substance, not superficiality. Character, not immaturity. Transparency, not secrecy. Justice, not lawlessness. Environmental improvement and preservation, not destruction. Truth, not lies.”
Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem