May 2: Flash Fiction Challenge – Sisu

Charlie’s prompt.

May 2, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about sisu. It’s a Finnish concept of enduring strength, the ability to consistently overcome. Think long-term. Go where the prompt leads!

Sisu Book-su

Finally, time to sit down and read.

“Mum! I’m hungry!”

Don’t worry book, I’ll be back.

“Okay dear.”

Child fed. Back to my book.

“Honey, do you know where my tie is?”

Tie found. Where was I?

Raised voices and screaming.

Book down.

“What is the matter with the two of you? Okay, Tom, you sit here with that Lego. Amelia, draw me a picture over here. No, not near your brother!”

Ah, chapter two I think-

Ring ring.

“Hello? Hi mum…”

Twenty minutes later.

“Okay, bye mum. Speak to you tomorrow.”

That book. I will get it read.

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#WritePhoto – Monochrome

Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt:

Old Spa Haunts

“It’s a bit, erm, old, isn’t it? Gonna cost a few bob to sort that one out.” Douglas surveyed his son’s new investment with a little apprehension.


“Yeah, but Dad, I got it dirt cheap. Saved so much on the actual property purchase, I’ve managed to set aside a pretty sizeable lump sum for the renovations.” Duncan rubbed his hands together, and his eyes lit up. “Just think of the potential!”
“What are you actually going to do with it?”
“I was thinking, spruce it up, maybe create a boutique spa hotel experience. We’ve not got anything like that around here, and I reckon we could rake the cash in. Women nowadays love splurging on these pampering weekends away, with a little bubbly thrown in. Could even add another dimension and pretend we have some old ghost lurking around. People love a little haunting too.” Oh, the plans Duncan had. “Come on, let me show you inside.”
The front door creaked as Duncan unlocked and pushed it open, allowing a wave of musty air to drift out.
“Doesn’t look like anyone’s been here for a while.” Douglas ran his finger over the surface of a side table by the side of the door, leaving a long clear mark across it, and a large pile of dust on his finger.
“Nah, it’s been in the market for ages, apparently. Whenever anyone’s offer was accepted, something would happen and they’d have to bow out before closing the deal. Even though I offered just half the asking price in cash, they snapped it up and got me to sign the papers pretty much as soon as they’d accepted.”
Douglas glanced at his son, a little concerned, “Isn’t that a little bit of a worry? I mean you haven’t even had a survey done. There could be all sorts wrong. I mean, have you seen the roof from the outside? It looks like it would take just one more of those awful storms we’ve been experiencing recently for the whole thing to collapse! All those lovely wooden beams on the outside? I bet they’re riddled with wood rot, and even they are bowed. It looks like someone is pressing on it from above!”
“I told you, Dad, I’ve got it all covered. The money is there for the work, and I’ll bet, if I get my  team started asap, we could be up and running in six months! Now look here, I thought we could make this a bar area.” Duncan pointed towards a door, walking towards it.
Douglas’s mind was elsewhere. He swore he’d seen a shadow moving across the staircase.
“Duncan, I think someone is here.”
“What? Don’t be silly Dad. No one’s here but us.”
“I just saw a shadow moving upstairs.”
“Look, the wind is picking up outside, you probably saw the shadow of a tree from outside waving around. Come on Dad, I want to show you the back, where I might put the spa area. Might need a little extension.”
Douglas looked back towards the staircase. “There!” He started towards it. “I saw someone. It was definitely a person’s silhouette!”
He ran up the stairs with Duncan hot on his heels. They combed the empty rooms, flinging open doors, and only disturbing the dust that had gathered, nothing else.
“See?” Duncan guffawed. “You’re saying someone’s here? Nothing.”
“No, Duncan, I definitely saw someone.”
“What, like a ghost? Oh, leave off Dad! Like we even believe in ghosts!” He made his way downstairs. “Come on, let’s go. I’ll show you another time. Ghosts, ha! Well, if there was one, that would definitely be a selling point for the hotel, eh!”
***
They closed the door behind them, dislodging a piece of paper that had been lodged in the letterbox. It floated onto the hallway floor.
“No such thing as ghosts, huh? We’ll show them…” Had they looked back then, they would have noticed two figures peering out of the upstairs window.
And that paper? An old letter.
Mother, we’ll never let your plans go ahead. This is our home. You cannot sell it. You can keep us locked up as long as you like. We’ll find ways to make sure you can’t do this. And we promise… Even beyond our mortal days, we will be here, making sure our home is just that. Ours.
Peter And Jane

Ritu 2019
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April 25: Flash Fiction Challenge – Exhausted

Charli’s Flash Fiction Challenge:

April 25, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes exhaustion. Who is exhausted and why? Can you make art of exhaustion? Go where the prompt leads!

Exhaustipated

Tired?
Seriously, you don’t have a clue.
Yes, so what? You get up, get ready, catch a train and work 9-5. The evening commute is hard, so you need a drink at the end of the day. Then you sleep. And repeat.
At least you sleep.
Me?
I’m not sure what time I wake up, because I’m not entirely sure I go to sleep. It’s an endless round of feeding, changing, getting housework done whilst he sleeps, then all over again. Babies don’t have a clue about tiredness.
Exhausted?
No. I’m exhaustipated.
Simply too tired to give a sh*t!

Ritu 2019

April 11: Flash Fiction Challenge

Charli is back with her Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction prompt!

April 11, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story using the phrase “beggars can’t be choosers.” You can play with the words, alter them or interpret them without using the phrase. Give it any slant you want — show what it means or add to its  meaning. Go where the prompt leads!

Yesterday, I wrote a little flash for Sue Vincent’s prompt, introducing two new characters to me, Reena and Jay… today’s prompt just helped me add to their story! If you want to read the first bit, click here.

Reena and Jay Do Beans On Toast

It had been a long trek.
Those last three mile had really dragged but finally Reena and Jay arrived back at the campsite.
Kicking off her trainers, she sighed. What she wouldn’t give for a pedicure, long soak in a tub and a chilled glass of Prosecco…
“Reens, can you remember how this works?” Jay was fiddling with camping stove, so they could prepare the feast that was Beans on Toast.
He rummaged around in the food bags, found some cans of lager and tossed one over to her.
Not even chilled. Reena sighed again. Beggars can’t be choosers.

Decisions #writephoto

Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week:

Reena stumbled, grabbing hold of Jay’s jacket.

She hated all this walking. Jay had suddenly decided that their life had become stale, full of the same old social gatherings in the evenings and the same tired London venues, followed by mornings spent with serious headaches and hangover cures.

“We really need to get out more. Like out, out, you know.”

“Definitely Jay-by baby! There is this great new place that has just opened up in Knightsbridge. Everyone’s raving about it. Shall we try that?”

Jay looked at her. “I don’t mean dinner, you know. More like the Great Outdoors. We need to hike. Go camping or something. That kind of out.”

Reena recoiled internally, whilst beaming a cheesy smile at him. Camping? Her? Never!

However, Asha had mentioned glamping to her before. That she could manage. All of her creature comforts, and ample Insta moments…

“So, I booked a pitch for us. We’re off tomorrow morning! Make sure you pack your hiking boots and lots of layers hun. It’ll be a laugh!”

Right. She could do this. And Jay would never book them anywhere untoward. It always needed WiFi, and hot tubs, a decent bar and eaterie, and a huge bed.

Back to that stumble.

Reena’s feet were aching. Her Adidas Tubulars weren’t built for actual sports or walking, and they certainly didn’t look Insta-worthy anymore.

“Jay! Seriously, how much fur-” As she stumbled, she looked up and saw a cross. Oh My God! Where had he brought her? To some graveyard? Was she going to be sacrificed?

Jay’s arm went round her instinctively and he pulled her up. “Reena, honestly. It’s only a bit of walking. Do you ever stop moaning?”

“Now, I just need to work out which way we have to go to get back to the campsite.”

Campsite… huh! Reena rolled her eyes as she remembered where they were meant to be sleeping tonight.

He hadn’t been joking. There were no luxury yurts, powerpoints or even WiFi. She had had to help him put up a tent. A tent, for God’s sake! And she was sleeping in an actual sleeping bag too…

“Hang on, what do you mean ‘work out which way’? Are we lost? Jay!”

“Not lost… just a bit… disorientated. Ah, hang on, here’s a sign post.”

He walked up to the cross, which wasn’t actually one, and read the signs.

“There you are, only three miles that way. Come on Reens, we can be back before sunset, and then we can make our dinner. Love a bit of beans on toast! You do know how to use the camp stove, don’t you?”

Er, no. Reena had barely used their cooker in their fancy kitchen, and he thought she would be able to operate a camp stove? This was going to be a long, hungry weekend…

Next time, she was doing the bookings.

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