Prompt for Friday Fictioneers provided by Ronda Del Boccio. The pattern room was busy, knifes flashed and scissors sniped. Down below, machinery clattered. Jack fired nails into insoles as he reminisced about a golf tournament. Barbara passing with milk for…
Friday Fictioneers, a prompt from Nancy Richy Some libraries can appear outdated, many years ago I had the opportunity to visit two such libraries. Both were in neglected stately houses. Each library was damp if not wet. I was not…
Prompt provided by Dale Rogerson Yes I live in a hovel, but it’s my hovel. I have a bed, a chair, and there’s a black iron kettle hanging in the fire hole. What’s more I don’t need a tinker to…
Prompt photograph from Lisa Fox. Now listen son, I told you do not fly at night, for you might fly into a dragon… The dragon turned the heat down, for he did not relish roast bird. No true vegetarian dragon…
Look deep into the misty glass. Prompt from Roger Bultot… The Elephant and a Camel set the trap. Overhead a lone red single winged plane circled. The public house was a perfect foil, typically Banbury-shire, rustic farmers were knocking back…
Prompt from Mr BInks Floating high above planet earth gave a clear view of the devastating outcome of humanity’s rule over the planet. Now the recolonisation of earth from Mars was under way. No one was allowed to touch the…
Prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields I am sat out side a well known coffee house, all around me people and dogs are chattering. Thousands of stories are drifting past me,. yet I do not feel able to tell even one. Indeed…
A elegy for Robbie. Today I am sad, a dear friend and companion has passed away. At fifteen he still had the aura of a young dog. Not a single grey hair to be seen and so strong, until Sunday…
Photo prompt from Dale Rogerson… The forest of Elmet is beautiful. Yet when night comes most mortals fear the forest. Here at St Martins, at night we light a beacon to guide those who are lost. However I wonder am…
