January 2: Flash Fiction Challenge – Hutch

Charli’s prompt this week:

January 2, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about something found in a hutch. It can be any kind of hutch — a box for critters or a chest for dishes. Go where the prompt leads!

Milly peaked inside the room again, hoping the scene had changed since she checked a few minutes ago.

Nope. Nothing.

She sighed.

So, everyone really had forgotten.

She looked again a few moments later to find her family stood there.

“What’s happening?” Confused, Milly’s eyes darted from person to person.

“Get your coat, Midge,” her brother ruffled her hair and smiled, and beckoned her to follow them into the garden.

A hutch stood in the corner.

“Go on, Milly. Look inside!”

Her eyes lit up as she saw a tiny rabbit.

“Happy birthday, Milly. Did you think we forgot?”

August 22: Flash Fiction Challenge – Olde Worlde, New Light

Charli’s Carrot Ranch Prompt this week:

August 22, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about old world charm. It can be nostalgic or irreverent. You can invent an “old world,” return to migrant roots or recall ancient times. Go where the prompt leads you!

Olde World, New Light

Jackie picked up the lantern and held it up against the shop light.

It was exquisite, the intricacy of the cast iron frame, twisted into patterns.

“That would look amazing, hanging outside our front door, wouldn’t it, Dave?” She turned to her husband, who stood impatiently, tapping foot, waiting for her to make a decision so they could leave. He had a beer at home with his name on it.

“It has such an olde worlde charm. Yes,” she smiled as she clasped it to her chest. “This is the one. Let’s go and pay.”

“Thank God,” mumbled Dave.

Journey #writephoto

Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week:

I saw him leaving this morning.

Jack Frost.

He shouldn’t be here right now. It looks like he took a detour on his journey to distribute his icy gifts to the world.

And there’s no frost, left in his wake. He knew it was meant to be summer here, not icy winter.

That must be why he’s taking his strides in such a forlorn manner.

Weary Jack Frost lost his way.

He must be getting old…

#writephoto

July 25: Flash Fiction Challenge – For One Day

Charli’s Carrot Ranch Fiction challenge this week:

July 25, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes the phrase “for one day.” The words single out a special occurrence. What is the emotion and vibe, where does it take place and why? Go where the prompt leads!

The Ugly Duckling Bites Back
I’ve spent my life in her shadow; the beautiful sister, tall, willowy, popular.
And me, well, I’m just me. Plain, average in every way, and described as ‘nice’.
But not today.
Today is my day.
I was the one who managed to find a lovely lad.
I was the one proposed to at the top of the Eiffel Tower.
I am the one looking at my reflection in the mirror today, unable to recognise the princess that stands here in my place.
I am the bride walking down the aisle.
For one day, all eyes will be on me.

Clarity #writephoto

Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week:

The waves gently lap against my feet as I stand at the water’s edge. Looking across at the calmness of the waters, it is almost impossible to believe that these very waters were where I lost you.

I want to lash out at the ocean. I want to cause it the same hurt it has caused me, but I can’t.

For this same spot, the place where I last saw you, is the same spot I have come to all my life, to seek solace and serenity.

That day, you had waved to me, as you pushed your boat out. “Get the coals going, my love. I feel a big catch coming today!” Your smile still burnt on my retina.

Who was to know of that freak storm that struck, capsizing your boat? These same waters, so ferocious, huge waves crashing over you, as if they were trying to swallow you whole. The waters so dark, masking all that swam within. Which monster had been stirred up to cause so much grief?

And yet, now, you caress my feet, soothing me. I can see straight through you. Your clarity allows me to have now fear. There is nothing hidden.

Why must everything be bittersweet in life?

#writephoto

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