HEN PARTY - reprising a 100 word story


Why this story? you may ask. Because I'm off to Tenerife with my daughters and granddaughter for a week, and we might see some bright lights while we're there. Also because we fly out at the crack of dawn tomorrow and I haven't finished packing! So here's one I wrote earlier - three years earlier, to be exact. Hope it meets with approval.
Visit Rochelle's blog to read what others have written this week.https://rochellewisoff.com/  and apologies for not visiting many others myself - I will be a tad busy with a 4 year old!


Six of us flew to Tenerife for Leanne’s hen do. The apartment was pretty basic, but it didn’t matter because we were out every night.
In one night-club this creepy bloke bought us all drinks, and when we staggered home in the pitch dark he tried to kiss me. Eeuuw!
He pinned me against a palm-tree – I still remember his long pointed teeth – but then the moon came out like a spotlight, there was a horrible screech, and a black shape flapped up into the tree. When I looked round, the bloke had just vanished.
A real weirdo, that one!


SOUL MUSIC - flash fiction in only 60 words


She only stopped playing when her arthritis forced her to, but she still dusted the keys and polished every inch each week.
The piano-tuner still came regularly too. I remember his dog would sit underneath – a gentle creature.
Then the day after her funeral her husband banished me to the shed.
Obviously he doesn’t realise a piano has a soul.
This week's photograph by Anshu is so sad, and my story was written in five minutes - truly flash fiction! 


BIKER CAT - one hundred words for Friday Fictioneers


Fernando always parked his bike beside his house, out of sight of potential thieves. The engine-warmed seat was Morena’s favourite place, but she usually jumped off when Fernando rattled his keys.

Not that day. She refused to budge, even digging her claws into the leather when he tried to push her off. He laughed indulgently. “All right, five more minutes while I fetch my football kit.”

He returned with his kit bag just in time to see emergency vehicles race past towards the motorway. If he’d left two minutes earlier he’d have been in that pile-up.
I'm a firm believer in animal's ESP instincts - are you?
Either way, I hope you enjoy my story - please leave a comment if you can before you go to read other stories via https://rochellewisoff.com/  Thanks to CEAyr for the photograph - which reminded me of Tenerife where I lived for 15 years. I am due to return there this month for a short visit to catch up with old friends - and to celebrate a birthday. I am much too old to have them but hey! who cares?


TWENTY-FIVE YEARS - 100 word story


Twenty-five years we’ve been married, all but a month, and I’m not sure I can face pretending we’re a loving couple at a big party.
We met in that square ugly diner outside town – I served him coffee and doughnuts – and I was pregnant before I even knew his surname. So here we are, trapped by a mortgage and by three kids neither of us can bear to part with.

That was yesterday. Today he brought me flowers. And there’s a lovely dress in the boutique that might fit me. I suppose a silver wedding anniversary deserves some recognition.
This week's photograph by Jean L Hays didn't inspire me to write anything cheerful, though I have done my best. Other writers have managed better, which you can judge for yourself by going to https://rochellewisoff.com/  and following the blue frog link.


GILDING THE LILY - a 100 word story


Lucy’s father took her out for a pizza on her birthday and spoiled her, as usual. A computer game she’s been on about for weeks, a cashmere jumper that will need hand-washing, and a box of make-up.
Lucy saw my expression. “Mum! I am ten now, you know.”
“We discussed this already, darling – no make-up till you’re a teenager.”
“It’s not fair – everyone else wears it.”
“None of your friends do.”
She smiled reluctantly, knowing she’d lost. “Okay – I’ll swap it – Boots have some really cool sunglasses.”
It seems only yesterday she was in nappies.
Exquisite though these are, I prefer roses au naturel, hence my story today.
Thanks to Rochelle for the photograph and for hosting Friday Fictioneers. To read how other writers interpreted the prompt, go to  https://rochellewisoff.com/  and follow the Blue Frog trail.


SIREN CALL - a story in 100 words for Friday Fictioneers


Drawn irresistibly by her siren call, he scaled the wall with limbs born on a mountainside, clawed digits digging into the cracks like crampons.
For years he had ached to hear a female voice. Gaining the ledge, he began to dance, bobbing his head, inflating his purple throat, putting his all into the courtship display.

She didn’t respond, merely repeating her mating call over and over until dusk, when she fell silent. Night was a dangerous time to be out in this alien place – he slunk away.

Inside the apartment, having switched off the air-conditioning unit, the humans slept.
This week's photo prompt comes from J Hardy Carroll via Rochelle's blog  https://rochellewisoff.com/  where she has hosted Friday Fictioneers for at least the four years I have been writing Flash Fiction.
Thrilled this week to have sold another copy of my latest book Wolf Pack - 
I hope whoever bought it enjoys it and spreads the word!
If you like my flash fiction you might like to obtain your own copy, in print or ebook. It couldn't be easier - simply click on the cover image on this page which will take you to Amazon. And thanks.
Oh yes - and Happy Valentine's Day, whether you receive roses and champagne, just a card, or simply bask in other people's glow!


ROCK MAN - a story in 100 words

Today's image from Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers - a photograph taken by Anshu Bhajnagarwala - brought volcanic eruptions to my mind. Partly due to a TV programme about Hawaii I watched last night, but also because I have started on Book Three of my Living Rock series.
This piece of flash fiction is adapted from a story told by one of my characters in the first book - A VOLCANIC RACE, and severely cut to fit the hundred word limit!
This book and Book Two, WOLF PACK, can be found on Amazon.

Pepe held his son to his heart, every cell in his body screaming with fear, as the huge creature erupted from the volcano.
The giant knew instinctively these humans couldn’t live in the molten rock which had given him life, and threw himself in the path of the boiling lava, holding firm until the flow divided around his back.
Then he discovered he was fused to the ground – his brief moments of life were over.
Roaring his anguish over the din of the eruption, he only just heard Pepe shout, “Thankyou!” before he and his son raced out of danger.