I remember Mum handing me my “Mummy’s Little Angel” apron and lifting me onto the little three-legged stool so I could help her make cookies. She would pass me the flour dredger so I could sprinkle Grandad’s white powder onto the pastry mat.
Her eyes would twinkle as she told me tales from when Grandad tended the windmill, high on the hill, near the village.
Mum is at peace and the Windmill is a working museum but my little Florence is due shortly and I can’t wait to get the apron and stool from the chest in the attic.
Friday Fictioneers is a wonderful weekly Flash Fiction challenge arranged and orchestrated by the wonderful Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
I’m lucky to have a working Windmill close to home, and I love taking friends and family to visit it and climb all 5 floors to the top!
The child in Adrian resurfaced as he gazed upon the wintery scene as if through a window. His muscles urged him to rush outside and dance in the snow but his wizened frame remained immobile, stuck in the dream.
He gazed mesmerised at the falling snow, powerless, as strands of memory slowly rearranged themselves in his sedated mind.
Although he struggled to leave them hidden, his mind continued extracting and reassembling the events of that fateful afternoon.
“It’s working… coming up on the monitors now.”
The technician continued injecting into Adrian’s bound body.
Jennifer gazed out of the window towards the setting sun.
Tomorrow she was moving on, leaving this now familiar cityscape and returning home to where the sun played hide and seek behind the mountains before calling it a day.
It took a while but finally it was done.
She’d identified another doppelgänger, the fifth, on the Twin Stranger’s website and had neutralised her.
Only one more to find, and then she could relax at last.
She wasn’t going to allow anyone else to resemble her.
She had always felt unique; the only one of her kind. (96 words)
I wrote this little story after watching a TV program about Twin Strangers (unrelated lookalikes and not twins). According to some theories, we all have around six lookalikes somewhere on this planet of ours. There were some remarkable lookalikes in this program that you would have said were twins. This gave me the idea for my story. The Twin Strangers website exists.
“What a pile of useless junk,” exclaimed Mark, twisting his face into an angry frown.
Mary, mesmerised by the objects arranged on the shelves, just stared, wordless.
Mark ranted, “Dad spent days here behind closed doors. Now he’s passed away and we’re expected to clean up all his mess.”
Mary just nodded and waited for the storm to pass.
Mark snorted, “Humph! I won’t have anything to do with it. Just throw it all away and we’ll sell the house.”
Mary waited until her brother had left, then called the Curator at the Museum.
“He finished it! It’s a masterpiece.”
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly Flash Fiction challenge to write a story with a beginning a middle and an end in not more than 100 words. Our host is the wonderful Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Many thanks to Claire Fuller for this week’s truly excellent photo prompt.
Trees endure the ineluctable passage of the seasons.
Stripped of their autumn leaves, the naked clarity of winter reveals itself amongst their branches, exposing them once again to its icy embrace.
Perhaps they pine the absence of their rustling leaves or are embarrassed by the harsh whistling sounds of the midwinter winds through their long thin branches.
But even on the coldest and most inhospitable of days, they must surely be reaching out with expectation towards the sun, while searching below, from the tips of their roots, for the first signs of the coming spring.
Friday Fictioneers is brought to you courtesy of Virgin Trains this week as I’m off to London to see an exhibition at the Tate Modern.
Unhappy with the text I’ve come back to it today. Thanks for your patience.
Thanks CE for a wonderful prompt. Enlarging the image I caught a phrase written on the building behind “EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT” It’s a very positive affirmation.
Thanks to Rochelle for the opportunity of entering this great weekly challenge.