11/07/2018

THE SLAVE GIRL - a story in a hundred words


THE SLAVE

 “Who will buy this lovely young virgin?”
“I will,” Petrus said and the hammer fell.

His home was a humble pottery in Stabiae, but a fig-tree shaded the yard, the kitchen was cool, and when Yani gave birth to a son, Petrus freed her.

One day he announced, “I go to sell pots in Surrentum,” and Yani said, “I will come too.”
Petrus stared as she packed all their belongings into the cart. “Shall I bring my wheel?” he joked.
She glanced at the mountain and shivered, clutching her child. “You can buy another – now hurry!”

They were ten miles away when Vesuvius erupted.
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Stabiae was a small village overlooking the Bay of Naples which, like Pompeii, was buried under metres of volcanic ash when Mt Vesuvius erupted.  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stabiae
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I took this photograph on our village green at Halloween a couple of years ago - this was our local supermarket's offering to the festivities. Thanks to Rochelle for using another of my photos - I shall enjoy reading what the rest of Friday Ficitoneers thought of it. If you are not a FF contributor, you can find us by following the blue frog link from https://rochellewisoff.com/ - after you've left a comment here, of course.

And - if you click on the book cover at the top of this page, that link will take you to the Amazon page where you can buy my new book HELTER-SKELTER, which is the story of Albie, a boy growing up in Kent, South-east England, between the wars - a completely different genre from my last book, A Volcanic Race. For those of you who bought AVR, I am still working on the sequel and hope to publish it in time for Christmas.

05/07/2018

THE LAKE - a hundred word story for a hot day.


THE LAKE

That summer was a scorcher but the townsfolk were still shocked when Brandon appeared in shorts. 
His boss asked why he couldn’t at least get a leg that looked human, but Brandon said he was hot and they’d have to get used to it.
After work he walked round the lake, wishing he could grab a swim, but knew his stump would be too much.
Until Sadie got caught in the weeds, and he tore off his leg to dive in, then hopped ashore with her in his arms.
He swam every day after that, and at Christmas he married Sadie.
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The photo prompt this week was taken by J Hardy Carroll and posted on https://rochellewisoff.com/  If you follow the Blue Frog link from Rochelle's blog you can read other stories by Friday Fictioneers..

My Big News this week is that last Saturday - just inside my self-imposed deadline of June - my historical novel Helter-Skelter went live on Amazon. 
Publishing this book has been a dream for a long time. Some years ago an agent took it on but she couldn't find a publisher. Many of those she approached said I wrote well, but they didn't want an author who lived abroad and wouldn't be instantly available for publicity purposes!!
Well, now I'm back in England, the book has undergone a thorough edit, and here it is. If you click on the cover image the link will take you to the right page on Amazon.
For those of you who read A Volcanic Race and are waiting to read the sequel, be assured that I am working on that right now. I hope Wolf Pack will be out later this year.

28/06/2018

THAT SONG - this week's one hundred word story


THAT  SONG

That song has made him millions over the years. Wonder what his fans would say if they knew I wrote it?
The summer of ’67, it was, when he was too spaced-out to sit up, let alone write a tune. He found it one day and played it, the band loved it, and it took off. Did he give me the credit? Not bloody likely!
He’s had four different wives since then, all young and thin.

The old goat didn’t even recognise me this morning, pushing the Hoover round the studio.
He’ll remember me tomorrow – I’ll make sure of that.
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Thanks as ever to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her blog  https://rochellewisoff.com/  and for taking the photo prompt this week. 
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And I have exciting news to share with you - my next book will be out on Amazon next week! 
Helter-Skelter is set in the first half of the 20th century, so it just qualifies as an historical novel, and is the story of Albie's search for his gypsy father after his mother abandons him at the tender age of twelve. 
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For those of you who read my first book, A Volcanic Race, and are eagerly anticipating the sequel, I have been working on Wolf Pack at the same time as completing Helter-Skelter. 
For those of you who didn't buy AVR because you 'don't read fantasy', perhaps I can change your minds?The book is definitely NOT sci-fi, and even people who only bought it out of friendship have enjoyed reading it!


22/06/2018

MAGNET FISHING - a story in 100 words

MAGNET FISHING

All you need is a strong magnet on a rope and you can earn quite a few quid in scrap metal, or even a fortune, like that bloke who found a safe full of cash.
The rope must have got tangled and the lad fell in trying to free it, then his dad went in after him and they couldn’t get out.
The canal walls here are slimy slopes. There is a ladder but it’s round that corner – they probably never knew it was there.
Drowned, both of them, in five feet of mucky water. Doesn’t bear thinking about, does it?
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Thanks to Fatima Fakier Daria for this week's photo on Rochelle's blog  https://rochellewisoff.com/  for Friday Fictioneers.
My story is what I imagine a local might say to a visitor or a reporter about a dreadful accident in the North of England which took the lives of a father and son this week.
 https://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/home-news/magnet-fishing-dead-father-son-huddersfield-canal-river-calder-west-yorkshire-a8404026.html
Image result for magnet fishing accident

14/06/2018

JILTED - a story in a hundred words


JILTED

See that dress on the line? That’s my dream in tatters.
I shouldn’t have fallen for Hank, of course, but there’s a shortage of single men round here, and when he breezed into the bar, all tan and drawl, I was smitten.

Out in the cornfield he kissed me till I melted like butter in the sun. He came to supper, spoke respectful to Pa, charmed Momma, talked about settling down hereabouts, and we set a date.

He didn’t show.

When the dress is dry I’ll put it away in tissue paper.
You never know – I might need it again.


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Yes, I know it's probably a bird, but I saw a dress blowing in the breeze. If you follow the Blue Frog link from https://rochellewisoff.com/  you will discover what other writers thought they saw.
Thanks to Jean L Hayes for the photograph and to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers, for whom I have written 100 word stories for at least four years - that's the equivalent of a novella!

Which brings me to the book I have actually written - A Volcanic Race - which is available on Amazon in print at the bargain price of £6.39 - or as an ebook. Click on the cover at the top of this page to follow the link to Amazon.

That's after you've left a comment here, naturally :)

06/06/2018

WAITING - flash fiction - one hundred words inspired by an image


WAITING

‘Nine o’clock by the statue.’
His typical text – terse and lacking in detail. He assumes too much, gives too little, yet I have been here since eight. It is now nearly ten.

When the morning rush eased off I felt too conspicuous in the thinning crowd and moved to the mezzanine. From here the people look insignificant, and with a jolt of clarity I realise that is how he sees me. Suddenly I am angry. As I leave the concourse the fresh air clears my head.

At nine pm my phone buzzes. ‘Where are you? I’m waiting.’
I delete his message.
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Roger Bultot's photograph was posted for Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle on her blog  https://rochellewisoff.com/ from whence you can follow the Blue Frog link to read dozens of other stories - all FREE! Except for the small payment of a comment, of course.
By the way - after reducing the line-spacing in my book A Volcanic Race I have been able also to reduce the price to £6.99 ($7.99) so now is your chance to buy a copy before I start asking you to buy my next book! Click on the cover (top right) to go to my Amazon page.

30/05/2018

ROCKS - a (mostly) true story in one hundred words


ROCKS


They had hoped to be in before Christmas – until workmen digging the foundations hit bedrock. A perfect base for our extension walls, they thought, but Building Regulations were inflexible. They had to dig down deeper, extract the rock, and pour concrete. It seemed total madness, but rules are rules, even in Ireland.

Then it snowed, the foundation ditch became a moat, and the caravan toilet froze solid.

Finally spring arrived, building work recommenced, and their spirits lifted – they had a garden to design. It made sense to start with a rockery – one thing they weren’t short of was rocks.
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This is almost a true story. My daughter and her husband are in the throes of renovating a cottage in Ireland, and the first photograph could (almost) have been taken in their garden. The one on the left was.

Thanks to Connie Gayer for the photograph which Rochelle posted on her blog at  https://rochellewisoff.com/ - from whence, if you follow the Blue Frog link, you can read other stories that are more likely to be Fictional.