Friday Fictioneers : Memories

Here is this weeks entry to the Friday Fictioneers challenge of writing a 100 word story prompted by a photo.


Photo prompt © G.L. MacMillan.


The dawn’s rays gleamed with a cold clear light through the collection of coloured glassware.
Somehow they seemed to shine with an incandescent lust for life and it was always a magic moment to contemplate them from the peace of the old boathouse.
He loved dressing hurriedly before the rest of the family and making his way here quietly without waking anyone.
His family complained that they were just collecting dust but he had kept the secret because when he tapped them in a particular order he could play their tune while reminiscing.
“Love you always darling.” He whispered. (99 words)

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Monday Finish the Story : Oreo

“He thought he found the perfect hiding spot.”

This weeks Monday Finish the Story‘s photo prompt is (c) 2015 Barbara W. Beacham and the first sentence is “He thought he found the perfect hiding spot

He thought he found the perfect hiding spot.
It wasn’t, but unbeknownst to Oreo, although it wasn’t perfect, it offered some respite.
Trying to refuse, I had tried a simple, albeit untruthful, excuse.
“I’m just not a cat person.“ I had professed.
“But you’re my last resort.“ My Brother had replied, leaving hurriedly.
So Oreo had scampered behind the curtain and full of feline innocence, he couldn’t comprehend what was going through my head.
My brother, in his injudiciousness, had forgotten my first and only pet.
Twenty years on I’m still unable to purge the sorrow of his disappearance.
So I let Oreo hide a little while longer. (100 words)

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Finish the Story : The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event.

Barbara W Beacham

Photo prompt (c)  2015 Barbara W Beacham

Finish the story is a weekly challenge to complete a story in 100-150 words prompted by the photo and the first sentence.

This weeks sentence is “The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event.” Here is my story :

The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event. My thoughts were elsewhere.
I even had to ask what petroglyphs were and Simon was impatient to explain everything about them to me.
He twisted and gyrated his little body on the bedside chair and excitedly explained pictograms and logograms.
He’d been studying hard at school and lived and breathed the subject, Before that it was the Titanic I think.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, letting my burdensome head sink further into the pillow.
It was hard to concentrate due to the medication but the near absence of pain was preferable to having a clear head.
I opened my eyes and reached out for his warm little hand and the smiles we exchanged expressed, without words, the deep love between us.
“You will tell me that story won’t you little darling!“ I murmured.
“Sure thing Grandad” he replied. (142 words)

Friday Fictioneers : The Unfortunate Target

This is my third entry to Friday Fictioneers, a weekly challenge to write a short story in 100 words prompted by a photo.


Photo prompt : © Dee Lovering

The Unfortunate Target.

Nathan cradled the rifle in his left hand whilst caressing the trigger with the other.

It was bitterly cold and he had been behind the tree for what seemed ages, pressed hard against it, seeking stability.

He counted for the umpteenth time the coloured balloons, arriving at the same number.

The snowfall seemed heavier and he worried that he wouldn’t see his target emerging.

A hand suddenly gripped his shoulder! “Come on Nathan it’s time to go home” Your sister’s coming.

He saw her come out as he was lowering the toy to his side.

Book Review : The Children Act

The Children Act by Ian McEwan
240 pages
Published by Nan A. Talese (2014)

Fiona Maye is a successful High Court judge in her late fifties and presides over cases in family court.

From the outset we learn that she is immersed in her profession and in the nuances of her particular field of law and commands the respect of her peers.

Fiona seems rigorous and pragmatic and in the first chapter we discover that she is more than capable of considering sensibilities towards culture and beliefs when handing down verdicts.

All is not well in her world however and her marriage seems in peril when her husband Jack makes a challenging request and after an argument, moves out of the house.

His departure destabilises her but she throws herself into her work, which includes a complex case involving a seventeen-year-old boy whose parents will not permit a lifesaving blood transfusion because it conflicts with their religious beliefs.

The pressure to resolve the case and the continuing marital stress are only two of the elements that test Fiona and keeps the reader intrigued until the last chapter.

Overall the book is well written, the characters are plausible and the insights given into the workings of Family Court are often fascinating and made more so by an absence of sensationalism and modern journalism.

Personally I was very disappointed by the last chapter and the ultimate page.

I felt that the story lacked an interesting conclusion that I had already foreseen it earlier on. There was for me some improbable events that seemed out of character and left me dissatisfied.

This is a real shame as I had really enjoyed the book until then.

You will have to read the Children Act yourself to see if you agree or not but this is why I only gave it three stars.

Souvenir from the Old Town

This is my second entry for Friday Fictioneers. As my wonderful son is visiting us this week I decided to write my entry as quickly as possible as I feared I wouldn’t find the time later.

dijonThis weeks photo is (c) Sandra Crook.


Souvenir from the Old Town

The Old Town was a welcome, relaxing change from the bustling town centre, but Valérie remained jittery.

Every time they came to an opening, her Mother stopped, looked into the shadows and appeared to be searching for something.

Valérie spun around enthusiastically, injecting life into a street that was otherwise still and virtually lifeless.

Coming round fast, her foot made contact with a bright yellow glass jar, obscured behind a pillar and it smashed into thousands of brownish shards creating a messy splatter.

Oh Valérie! I don’t think we’ll be able to take that mustard home for supper now! (99 words)



Friday Fictioneers – Through the Shadows

This is my first story for the Friday Fictionneers. I love a challenge.

Based on an image (This one is @Stephen Baum) the challenge is to write a 100 word story.

Here it is :

Through the Shadows (100 words)

He slowed his pace and although he was almost ready to enter the tunnel his body seemed to stall somehow.

“Come on John, we’ll be late!” Susan was impatient and pulled insensitively on his hand.

It wasn’t as he remembered at all. The graffiti was gone, the floor was no longer littered and seemed safer somehow.

He caught his breath, alone with his unease, as memories emerged and shimmered in the converging shadows.

Susan tugged again. “John” she reproved.

He moved through the memories and less than minute later they were out of the shadows and under the warm sun.