Something was wrong. The river (well, I call it a river break is a stream in reality) had dried up. The air was cold and damp so I knew had nothing to do with the weather. What had happened to my water? I looked up and down the river to work out what was [...]
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FFftPP: Born to be wild
Written for flash fiction for the purposeful practitioner. https://morguefile.com/creative/GaborfromHungary/7/all904720e616217dce5c9bf4bbe375ac32 Alison walked towards the mounted police officers with confidence. She has some pieces of apple in her hands, which she fed to the horses. One of the policemen ignored her but the other one motioned so she could come round the side to talk to him. “Hey there, [...]
FFftPP: Empty chairs at empty tables
They had set the tables nice and neatly along the street as they had every morning for many years now. They had stacked the menus in the central position waiting for the daily rush to start. It was a rush that never arrived. For the whole day, the only thing to rustle the paper napkins was [...]
FFftPP: Yard sale
https://morguefile.com/creative/GaborfromHungary/47/all _DSC7913 I was walking along, minding my business. In fact, there was no plan in the direction I was walking, as all I wanted to be was alone. Surprised, I found that I had strolled into my old neighbourhood and I was practically standing outside of my old house. It took me a moment to [...]
FFftPP: Left out
I was watching the class with nothing short of envy. It wasn’t like I was able to join in and I’m sure the organisers had been well aware of that when they arranged it. I already knew I had no arms which put me at a disadvantage, but did I really need to know that [...]
FFftPP: Granddad’s secret
https://morguefile.com/creative/GaborfromHungary/47/all _DSC7987 Granddad had a very old-fashioned gramophone that was placed in what was once his office. It was always immaculate, and you could often find him polishing it. There was a record on that gramophone, but we could not tell from the label what it was. Granddad guarded that as if it was worth more [...]
FFftPP: Holiday Home
This is my entry into this week's flash fiction for the purposeful practitioner. I hope you enjoy my 100 word story 🙂 https://morguefile.com/creative/GaborfromHungary/60/all PICT0028-04_5_6_7_tonemapped Tina was exhausted by the time she had climbed all of the steps to reach the small courtyard. She looked down at the keys nestled in palm and read the number. Scanning [...]
FFtPP: Security check
The following is written for the challenge flash fiction for the purposeful practitioner. Please see their website by clicking this link 3fgm4PNvwbj36zBQprz7Nod1KB0YXSCGawXJuSmR freephotos.cc On this day the woman’s handbag did not contain anything unusual. It held everything you may think is needed, but there was just something about her that made me suspicious. They always [...]
Flash fiction for the purposeful writer: Balloons
I have been away for quite some time but am so glad to find that some of the challenges I used to enjoy still exist. This is most certainly one of them 🙂 you can find the details here. XxL3HMZ9Ywgj72pIQZQLuQZRBTr68OTE2WBG7e41 freephotos.cc Everything was set and ready as the starting pistol sounded to start the race. [...]
FFftPP: Out in the wilderness
“There’s his shoes. So where is George?” Andrea pointed at the shoes that were neatly placed beside the fire of the camp. “He put them there last night because they got wet during the day and he wanted them to dry off.” “Maybe he has other shoes?” “I am sure he doesn’t. Where would he [...]