Uneasy Footing – #FridayFictioneers

The jetty had rotten clean through in places, creating a hopscotch of holes almost impossible to see in the dark.

Gritting her teeth, Emile slid one foot in front of the other and eased her weight onto it. At the end of the jetty a light flickered and went off.

She paused and steadied her breath.

Patience, she reminded herself. She’d waited fifteen years, she could afford fifteen minutes to get across this dock unscathed.

She ran a hand across the outline of the pistol inside her jacket.

Fifteen minutes, she promised herself.

That’s all she needed.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Rooftops At Sunrise – #FridayFiction

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The ladder from the garage wasn’t quite tall enough to reach all the way, but it brought us within touching distance of the guttering. From there you could pull yourself up and afterwards, reach down for my hands, smaller, thinner, not quite as adept at clambering about.

I let you lead me to a lot of places I couldn’t reach on my own.

Perhaps I should have worried sooner about being left behind but back then all I could think of was how strong you were. Lifting me like a bag of sugar to watch the sun set beside you.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Giants

PHOTO PROMPT – © C. Hase
PHOTO PROMPT – © C. Hase

Kittles Bay had been a family vacation spot for the Jones longer than Kaitlin could remember. One February, when her brother was off for half-term and she wasn’t quite old enough to have started school, her father had driven them out to the craggy shoreline ‘just because’.

Hunched up in his hoodie, her brother complained it was too cold and hid from the churning, grey sea in the rattling tin can their father coaxed awake each morning.

‘This!’ said her father, feet wide apart on a giant link and arms spread outwards, ‘is where the giants fled the Old King!’

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An Unusual Formation

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PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright Marie Gail Stratford

“So tell me what we’re looking at?” asked Amelia, clipboard and pen at the ready as her wife Grace stepped past, black cocktail dress hidden beneath the newly acquired lab coat. Behind them, the night staff of St. Gregory’s clustered around the yellow tape marking off the far corner of the hospital car park.

Amelia sighed, they’d been having such a lovely date night.

“Well it’s not man-made,” said Grace, crouched down in front of the mess of crystal implanted in the tarmac. “It looks like it grew here.”

“Grew?” repeated Amelia.

“Yeah,” frowned Grace. “It looks familar, almost like——-

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“It’s representative, not literal,” shrugged Noah, arms folded, watching the journalists clustered around his newest exhibition. “The idea just came to be, like a bolt of lightening on a clear day,” he smirked.

“Or a meteor at three o’clock in the morning,” snorted Poppy, his daughter. Tucked away towards the back of the exhibition she was out of earshot.

“I wanted to examine the complex, nature of human life, fractures yet still one whole.”

“You’re first words were awesome… it’s so shiny.”

“I really poured myself into this piece. Blood sweat and tears.”

“You had me dig it out.”

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Now I’m really hoping that I’m not going to get in trouble for posting two responses to this prompt, but I really wasn’t sure about the first and the second sort of just popped up immediately after. I also wanted to use the same title for both pieces and it makes life less confusing if there aren’t multiple posts on a blog by the same title I find.

If you want to join in the Friday Fictioneers madness then just click on the badge above and it will zip you strait to the lovely Rochelle Wisoff’s site where you can find all the nitty-gritty. Tally ho bloggers!  [Clearly I’m in quite an excitable mood, blame the very large mug of tea I just downed.]

Intruder In The Garden

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PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Melanie Greenwood

“What are you doing in my garden?” asked the fairy, her sword level with James’ nose.

James froze.

The fairy, because that was the only word he could think of to describe the tiny, fluttering creature currently pointing her cutlass at him, was scowling.

“I asked you, what you’re doing in my garden!” she demanded.

“Your garden,” James spluttered. “This is my garden! I just bought it.”

“Pah,” the fairy snorted, “You humans. You cannot buy fairy gardens.”

“I could show you the paperwork,” James suggested.

“Paperwork!” laughed the fairy. “Trust me human, paperwork is the least of your concerns.”

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(100 Words)