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Impulse- #FridayFictioneers

 

Derek nudged Sally and she looked up to see the fancy poster.

“It’s our only chance. Forget the kids. Just chuck everything into the air and let’s go. Nobody’ll know.”

Sally gazed at the dream cruise pasted on the wall above their heads, outside an inconspicuous store.

Smiling, she nodded, ‘I’ll book the tickets tonight.’

Grinning, Derek turned, looked down the railway platform and his watch. Looking back at Sally, he asked, ‘Hon, where are we?’ Sally took his wrinkled hand in hers and whispered, ‘We’re here to welcome Sean home.’

The vacant look in his eyes wrung her heart.

©Shailaja V

Picture credit: Kent Bonham
Picture credit: Kent Bonham

Word count: 100

Written for the Rochelle Weisoff Fields’ Friday Fictioneers-

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Lonely traveler- #Flashfiction

Lonely traveler- #Flashfiction

Must I anchor myself to this pier and tie myself down to the dead-weight that is the shore? he asked.

“I’m afraid I don’t really understand what you mean”, replied Sunaina, her lower lip quivering, tears clinging to her eyelids.

Never were one for metaphor, were you , eh, pretty face, he replied, sarcasm and bitterness dripping from his drug-fevered visage.

Fury superseded self-pity and Sunaina thrust her arms against his chest with all her might, flipping his frail frame into the murky water.

She watched his form flail in the water futilely, the oars widening the distance between them resolutely.

 

  ©Shailaja V

Word count: 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers photo prompt

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For Five Sentence Fiction’s Prompt: Abandon

 

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The Bigger they are- #FridayFictioneers

Eli, I don’t think this is a good idea.

Nonsense, Emile. I am not going to let David get away with it. He just took the best spot in the house!

I’m not even sure his name is David, whispered Emile.

THAT’s your worry? snapped Eli.

Emile had a set look in his eyes. You go ahead, Eli. I’m not coming.

Pah! Lily-livered sap! spat Eli viciously.

Emile watched as Eli’s arthropod limbs scampered up the wooden door frame, right into “David’s” trap.

Compound lenses gleaming, eight joints flexing, David softly said, ‘The bigger they are, the harder they fall’.

©Shailaja V

Photo Courtesy: Douglas M. MacIlroy

Word count: 100

Written for the Rochelle Weisoff Fields’ Friday Fictioneers-

Click here to read the prompt and here to read the other entries in the link-up.