Escalaphobia  #FridayFictioneers

Escalaphobia #FridayFictioneers

Step on the moving ladder and hold the railing.  Sally watched as people zoomed towards the escalator and then stood at ease  till they reached the top.  It looked simple.  But, what if her feet did not find the firm step or if it moves when she is just putting her feet.  Should she hold the railing first? Sally could never time it right.  The image of her lying on the floor, her shopping strewn around and people staring was all she saw. She turned to leave when a staff told her, ‘Mam,  you can use the lift.’

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PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford

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Flowers for whom     #FridayFictioneers

Flowers for whom #FridayFictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Betty looked at the note on the bouquet.  It was the same as always.  It was delivered at the same time,  every day and no one knew the sender.

“To, B With love, G”.

She did not care about the ‘G’.  But she wanted to know who is ‘B’ as she and her three sisters’ names started with ‘B’.

So, she decided to observe her sisters’ reactions to the bouquets.

Bella was indifferent.  Becky commented on the beautiful flowers.  Bianca laughed.

No one seemed to be bothered except for Betty.

And then, Mom walked in and exclaimed, “Aw Greg”.


I wrote this 100 word short story for #FridayFictioneers.  Read other stories for the same prompt here.

Rewind #FridayFictioneers

Rewind #FridayFictioneers

Jim drove on ignoring the thumbs.  Get your own car, he thought.  He  saw her while changing the radio channel.  Pretty girl in blue asking for a lift.  He stopped the car.

Her car broke down she said and rambled about some meeting to attend.  Jim just stared back.  She reminded him a lot of his ex-wife.  He opened the car door.  She got in and continued grumbling about her car.

Shut up, he thought.  But she didn’t.  Just like his ex-wife.  He felt the heat rising to his face.  His right hand itched.

He regretted it later.


Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo was contributed by Kent Bonham.

Writing also for #WritingWednesdays from Write Tribe.  

Walk of faith  #FridayFictioneers

Walk of faith #FridayFictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The screams made me open my eyes.  I was still standing at the start of the corridor.  It was quiet. I couldn’t see the end.  But I had to get there with my eyes closed.  Ma said I will hear strange voices.  Crying, screaming, insulting, begging for help.  Ignore, she had said.  They are just wretched souls yearning for release from earth.  Sounds simple.  I close my eyes again. The screams are louder now.  I start walking to reach the end.  But I can feel someone walking behind me trying to touch me. I shrug it off and run.


This story is written for FridayFictioneers hosted by Rochelle.  Read more stories on this prompt here.

Waiting at the bus-stop #FridayFictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © Ron Pruitt

If time has to stand still,  it will choose to do so when one is at the bus stop.  Eric looked at his watch again.
Three more minutes to go for his bus to arrive.  It was the longest three minutes, he could bet on that.  But,  the indicator changed again to show another 10 minutes for the bus to arrive.  Eric muttered an audible curse,  several people turned to look at him.  He could feel his anger building up.  He tried the mental tricks his psychologist had taught him. 1..2..34..35 He drew a deep breath and felt relaxed.


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