Friday Fictioneers 8-18-2017

If she hadn’t been able to see past the door, she might have imagined there another world in there. A deep forest or an endless horizon of sand. Might have imagined a dark knight on a white horse, a cackling witch or a castle looming in the distance.

She could, however, see beyond to the shower curtain and her purple poof. Just her boring bathroom. Her boring life.

A thump sounded in the bathroom.

She stilled.

Another.

“Hello?”

No reply.

Took two steps.

“Hello?”

Thump.

Two more steps.

A peek inside.

Darkness.

The scent of wet leaves…….

 

Sunday Photo Fiction 8-16-2017

208 08 August 13th 2017

 

“Wow! Look at that!” Arny exclaimed, pointing at the painting on the wall.

“A phone booth. English.”

“No, I meant Dr. Who.”

“Who?” Mike asked. “What’s a Doctor have to do with it?”

“Dr. Who!”

“It’s a police call box. 1928ish. Had nothing to do with any Doctor.”

“NO! Dr. Who! The British show!”

“Right. A British Call Box. I don’t think they have them any more. No need really,” Mike shrugged. “Phones and all.”

Arny rolled his eyes. “It’s Tardis, Dr Who’s time machine.”

“The police used them. Not Doctors.”

“For crying out loud!” Arny cried. “Dr. Who. A British TV show! He travels through space and time in a call box named Tardis.”

Mike sighed, shook his head. “You and your funny imagination.”

Arny threw up his hands. “Hopeless!”  He walked away.

“Hey,” Mike called, hurrying after him. “Speaking of TV shows….. did you hear about that sci-fi show where some weird Timelord roams the Universe?”

Arny stopped, turned slowly.  “No,” he said flatly, “never heard of that one.”

Paused. “Why don’t you tell me about it?”

 

 

 

 

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers 8-15-2017

 

This week’s photo prompt is provided by artycaptures.wordpress.com.

 Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

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

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

3. Please credit photo to photographer.

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

5. Please indicate the number of words in your story at the end of your story. (It doesn’t count into the amount of words).


This, he thought, was not going well. Had he not been so polite he would have rolled his eyes. Then again, spacey is as spacey does. What else should he expect?

“So,” she asked, blinding him with her smile. “Should I slip into something more comfortable?”

He looked at the burnt hot chocolate. “Yeah,” he answered, loosening his tie. Changing his reputation was looking better and better. Not that he’d forgo sex with any girl, but deep inside something wanted change.

She slipped into the bedroom. He put the mug into the sink.

How had a burnt cup of chocolate come to represent his life? His sex life at least. He didn’t have a love life. Love was too dangerous.

“Can you open some wine?”

He looked at the door. Heard her in the bathroom, then the start of soft music. Scenes from a hundred times before. Thousands. What had changed?

No, nothing had changed. Not him, not the world. Everything was the same. Would always be the same.

Opening the frig, he pulled out the wine.

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