SHOPPING - a 100 word story

SHOPPING

“I don’t need it,” I said, grabbing my backpack. “I’ll be five minutes – it’s only round the corner.”

I gave Mum a kiss – I’m glad about that – and as I went I was thinking what to get for her birthday. She likes Milk Tray and Dad doesn’t, and I’d just decided to get her a box when this enormous truck appeared out of nowhere. Then there were sirens and red-hot pain and now this corridor. It doesn’t look much like a hospital.

I should have listened to Mum and worn my helmet – she’s going to be so mad at me.

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her blog -  https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/  . To read other stories prompted by the same photograph, follow the links on there.

PACKING - a story in 100 words

Rochelle, the seemingly tireless leader of Friday Fictioneers is relaxing for the summer weeks by posting previously used photo prompts on her blog.  https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ This photo taken by Douglas M MacIlray is the first picture for which I have already written a story, but you're not getting that - for one thing I can't remember what I wrote before!

Besides, the new story below is more topical, as my daughter and son-in-law are in the throes of packing to move from Tenerife to Northern Ireland. This story is for them. 

PACKING

Mandy was emptying the top of the wardrobe when something coiled around her wrist. Startled, she yanked her hand back, but it was only a flex.

“Alan! I’ve found that drill!” she yelled and tugged at the flex. The drill shot free suddenly and just missed Mandy’s shoulder, pulling her off balance. Instinctively she clutched the nearest shelf and toppled backwards with the wardrobe on top of her. Unhurt but smothered by clothes, she yelled again. “Alan! I need help!”

But Alan had found another forgotten treasure, and it’s impossible to hear anything with your head inside a diving helmet.

UNCHARTED WATERS - Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers is a world-wide online group of authors who write 100-word stories each week prompted by a photo posted by Rochelle - http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/  You can follow the link on her blog to read the other stories. 

This is my offering for this week - please feel free to browse and read my other posts.

UNCHARTED WATERS

Dan took risks every day, diving on wrecks for sunken treasure, but the day he took the helmet round to show his sister he faced a hitherto unknown challenge.

Not that he knew that when he said blithely, “Sure – I’ll babysit.”

Dan was like a kid himself, building a camp with the furniture, but when he came face to striped tights with Polly’s rear end he recoiled in horror. Not even the sudden appearance of a giant squid had terrified him as much.

He grabbed the helmet. Valuable antique or not, it was the only way to deal with a smelly nappy.

FLASHING BLUE LIGHTS?

Driving back from Las Galletas this morning, we saw a cyclist wearing a helmet with a flashing red light on top. What a good idea, we thought - especially at night on our unlit roads.

Now England has re-introduced bicycles for policemen, will we see coppers with flashing BLUE lights on their cycle helmets?
I do hope so.