ANDROMEDA - a 100 word story

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle who sends the members a photo prompt each week on her blog  https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/   Follow the Blue Frog link on her blog to read the other stories..

ANDROMEDA  (or The Long Goodbye)

Celia decided to leave Henry on July 23^rd 1993, the twins’ third birthday. She caught him in a clinch with Daphne Mortimer in the summerhouse when he should have been blowing up balloons.

After consideration, and believing her children deserved a stable home, she put her decision on hold and accepted Henry’s apologetic diamonds gracefully.

Each subsequent affaire earned her another rock, which for twenty years eased the chafing of her self-imposed bondage.

What broke the final link in the chain was catching Henry in flagrante in the hayloft –  with the groom she had hired specifically for her own amusement..

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LOOKING AFTER MOTHER - 100 word fiction

LOOKING AFTER MOTHER      

My world has shrunk to this.

I should be grateful – they’ve decorated the room and hung pretty curtains, but the window’s double-glazed, and although I can see the children having a snowball fight I can’t hear them.

I'm afraid to look in the mirror in case I've disappeared.

I wanted to go outside yesterday but I couldn’t find my boots, and I knew Edith had hidden them when she said, “You could break your hip, Mum, and then where would you be?”

In a nursing home is where I’d be, with other people to talk to.

I think I’ll get my coat.

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This lovely photo prompted my story, thanks to Rochelle at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/

Follow the link on her blog to read a hundred other stories - all free!

And my Tenerife apartment's still for sale - see the link at the top of my blog.

THOUGHTS FROM A TAILPLANE in 100 words

 THOUGHTS FROM A TAILPLANE

The only time I can relax is when I’m up here where the air is thin enough to breathe – the atmosphere at ground level is like hot soup.

Also, from a mile up, the planet is shrunk by distance. I wasn’t warned about the size difference when I volunteered for this assignment – perhaps the astronomers didn’t know. Although Xeb feigns nonchalance I know she too is overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of everything, but being comparatively small makes hitching a ride on a jet’s wing simple.

I am looking forward to Greenland – I believe that snow is wonderfully cold.

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Edited to add; After four comments, three of which seem not to have understood my story, perhaps I should add that the narrator is a tiny alien from a cold planet!

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Another story prompted by a photograph posted on Rochelle's blog.

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/   Follow the link on there to read more.

Meanwhile, if you haven't looked before, and will excuse this shameless bit of advertising, see my post from last week about my apartment in Tenerife which is for sale. 

FORK COLLINS - 100 word story

I've been busy this week getting my Tenerife apartment ready to sell - (see my previous blog) - and it occurs to me that when we return to England I shall have to change the name of my blog! 
But that's in the future, and in the hands of the gods, so here is this week's dose of Friday Fiction, prompted by a very weird photo on Rochelle's blog!
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/

FORK COLLINS

“Can Fergus come round?”

“I ain’t having a Collins in this house.”

“But Granda . . .”

“Winter ’39, so it was, and feckin’ freezing. Mam throws the ashes too wide and sets the stack ablaze, so I run over the fields to town while Pops bashes the flames, but they spread to the byre. Fire engine clangs along the top road, but Padraig Collins at the fork sends it down the wrong lane.”

“That was seventy-five years ago, Granda!”

“Two cows we lost that day – remember it like it was yesterday. No forking Collins is welcome in my home.”

APARTMENT FOR SALE

It's sad really - the end of an era - but we want to return to England, where we have several children and grandchildren, an elderly mother, brother and sisters - a whole family who we've only seen in snatches for the past fourteen years.

So we're hoping to sell up in Tenerife and move back to Sussex. There's a whole album of photos on my Facebook page, but here's a taster in case you're tempted to buy it!