Friday fictioneers: Working museum

PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr I loved my job in the working museum. Every day, I got to play dress up as a delivery driver from a time gone by. Then I met a little boy who was curious. I didn’t mind that; it was part of what I did. It was when questions became personal that [...]

SPF: Empty streets

Photo courtesy of Unsplash Ever since this happened, this coronavirus quarantine, things have been very different outside my window. My flat overlooks what is usually a very busy intersection. I always said that the endless traffic and impatient honking of horns at every hour stopped me from sleeping. However, there are no cars travelling by, and [...]

Friday fictioneers: The artist’s frustration

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Kristin stormed out the studio, both her hands and face smeared with paint. “This isn’t funny, Simon! What have you done with it?” Simon folded his paper. “Done with what?” “You know exactly what. My paint tray. What else would I be talking about?” “I thought you were done, so [...]

SPF – Not what you’d expect

Photo courtesy of Morguef “You are probably wondering about the name,” the tour guide announced as she poked a finger at the sign. “I can tell you it is not the original name of this as it used to be Maple Hall. The name is a relatively new edition, created in 1966 by the new owner.” [...]

SPF: Instagram

Photo courtesy of DB McNicol My mate John is always showing pictures on Instagram of the most random things he discovers in life. As a result, I failed surprise when I logged on today to see the picture of the manikin. The manikin was, as they usually are, without a head and hands. John stood next [...]

SPF: Deal too far

Photo courtesy of Morguefile “Honey, you went believe the deal I’ve found down at the scrapheap!” William was brimming over with excitement as he rushed through the door. “Where are you?” There was a sigh as his wife lifted herself from the couch. “Coming.” She shuffled her heavily pregnant form down the hallway. He propelled her [...]

SPF: Mysterious one

The girl, dressed in rags with short sooty wings, just sat on the log staring straight ahead of her. Nobody had noticed her arrival and so she had been there some time before somebody rushed over with a blanket to throw around her. “Are you okay?” She seemed surprised to see other people present. “I [...]

#FFFC: Proper boring

“You would think they would give us something more inspiring.” The girls sorted out her art materials ready to draw what they had revealed. “I mean, it is just a scarf, some books, a teapot, and the chair.” “You are forgetting the plant.” “It looks like a lettuce shoved in a glass. Even the scarf [...]