A broken home   #FridayFictioneers

A broken home #FridayFictioneers

Sandra took one look at the room and knew Roger was in.  Sandra couldn’t believe he traced her so soon.  She hoped he was not high on whatever he smoked.  She stared horrified as Roger stumbled from the kitchen swaying precariously. He could go from happy to angry in 2 seconds.  Roger came closer and hugged her tight.

“Baby..missed you,” he mumbled between kisses.  Sandra stood frozen even as the slap singed her cheek.


He grabbed her throat.    She fumbled for the knife she hid near the door and stabbed repeatedly till he fell down lifeless.

“Missed you too.”

This story is written for Friday Fictioneers.  Check out the other stories here.

Never again  #FridayFictioneers

Never again #FridayFictioneers

Radha gripped the handle of the contraption as she held her six year old with the other hand.

‘Seat belts?’ Radha asked the attendant.  He pretended to not hear.

Once full,  he flicked a switch to start the roundabout.  Slowly, it came to life.  But,  as it gained momentum,  Radha realized the chair car had no fixed route.  It moved back and forth and sideways and jerked randomly.  She screamed in fear.

Her son was thrilled and shrieked with laughter. Everyone screamed as it gained momentum.

Radha prayed, ‘I will never ever get onto these but God save me today’.

This 100-word story is written for Friday Fictioneers.  Read the other stories here.

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.’


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.