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Hotels I awoke in a sweat. The cheap hotel’s AC was bust. What was the time? 3.21pm. I got up and went towards the window. The Marriott opposite was caught in the hot afternoon sun. It was almost time. 9 minutes more. I’d intercepted K’s coded message. It was all part of the job description. “Room … Continue reading Hotels : Friday Fictioneers
La Vache “What’s cow in French Dad?” Freddy asked. “Vache,” I replied. “Is that masculine or feminine?” “Feminine; une vache.” Freddy continued colouring his drawing wielding the stylus of his tablet with flourish, the soft tapping noises reminding me of my favourite breakfast cereal. I glanced over and admired the vibrant shapes and flowers. My … Continue reading La vache : FFfAW
The challenge for the One Word Photo Challenge this week is Blanket, so here is a photo taken above the blanket of clouds in the French Alps. Continue reading Blanket : One Word Photo Challenge
The Bus Incident I chopped off the top of my soft boiled egg with a Samurai-like gesture and ended with a flourish. “Yatta!” Sally looked up from her toast and rolled her eyes playfully as I scooped up some yolk. “You’re going to drop …” “No, I,m no…” A large blob of bright yellow yolk … Continue reading The Bus Incident : Sunday Photo Fiction
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly … Continue reading Half-Light : Daily Post Photo Challenge
Blinding Light “Faster!” I said. “I’m already doing 75,” replied Simon. “More speed! Now!” The action cam was wobbling a bit, but would hold. Then I saw the car coming in the opposite direction, headlights dazzling; a blinding light! Perfect! I seized the steering wheel, and pulled hard, putting the car on a collision course. … Continue reading Blinding Light : FFftPP
Confrontation “Don’t do anything stupid, dumbass” said Silas, leering maniacally. Nick felt the anger rising from that secret place between mind and body and felt it erupting, burning and caustic. A little voice from somewhere softer and lighter tried unsuccessfully to stem the flow but it was too little and much too late. Definitely inappropriate. … Continue reading Confrontation : Friday Fictioneers
