No Going Back

Posted on 11 June 2026 | 3 comments

This week’s photo-prompt is impressive because of the litter free look. The graffiti tells a different story, thank you to James Pyles for the challenge.

The Friday-Fictioneers weekly 100 word story is hosted by Rochelle, visit her site for more detail.https://rochellewisoff.com/2026/06/10/12-june-2026/#like-18587

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PHOTO PROMPT © James Pyles

No Going Back

Faces stare out from the walls, calling from my past. 
Memories of sunshine, music, laughter, and moments of nostalgia inspire my soul.

The bison painted on rock walls frolicked, an illusion created by the flickering of flames in our caves,
where the beginning of my eternal journey began.

Each step down the alley is like a thousand years where time etches history in layers recording my failings.
Faded, flaking and forgotten and pointing to a future forever changing.

I stride along this path courageously and confidant towards the light of another million years.

Will I forever remain?

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No Man is an Island

Posted on 04 June 2026 | 20 comments

Great photo-prompt this week, I could sit there all day reading and having a coffee.

Thank you Rochelle. Visit her site and take part in the 100 word challenge.

More stories HERE,

PHOTO PROMPT © Lily

No Man is an Island

I need time to think, he said and swam off to the Island.
It has been three days now and at night I see a flicker of a campfire.

Once a boy scout and a sergeant in Vietnam, he pines for the wild outdoors.
John, I told him, at ninety-two it’s time to relax and enjoy the sunset.

He didn’t retire they threw him out of Walmart.
Such anger.

In his mind he has become a wild adventurer.
Early signs of dementia the doctor pronounced.

He fretted about his Will, and laughed, you’ll be okay.

A dependants’ Delta Force pension.

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Secret Bubbles

Posted on 27 May 2026 | 28 comments

Thank you Rochelle for the Friday–Fictioneers challenge and to Lori for the Photo-Prompt.

More Friday stories HERE.

PHOTO PROMPT © Lori Wilson

Secret Bubbles

Only five minutes, Anne dashed into the emporium.
I sat in the car, waiting.

Across the street, Sharon was blowing bubbles to attract customers into her toy shop.
I waved, she smiled and puckered her lips suggestively, then blew more bubbles from her fancy pipe.
We are close friends and I snickered at her crude innuendo.

An hour passed. Where is she? At last.

Anne was flushed with a new hairstyle, glowing skin and painted nails.

No clothes?
No time. They have a secret make-up room.

We drove off. I saw Sharon blow a kiss. 

Well, we all need secrets.

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Dragon and Vampire Club

Posted on 15 May 2026 | 20 comments

Thank you, Fleur, for an interesting photo-prompt. I was not sure what the dragon and vampire bat, attached to the wall, symbolised. I went with an idea of Dragons and Vampires meeting after midnight.

Thank you, Rochelle, for selecting the picture for this week’s Friday-Fictioneers.

PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind

Dragon and Vampire Club

Us dragons and vampires met on Friday evenings by the “Keyhole” club.

With our time set on our chest dials, we waited until the plasma rose, then one by one we passed through the gate.
Haunting in medieval cities was ecstatic where superstition consumed our victims and they offered their blood freely.

We avoided Paris, such foul garlic, and Hong Kong with firecrackers and Artemesia wafting vapers. 
Alas, London, a delightful den of debauchery, became a challenge set by Mayor Whittington who decreed our expulsion.

His Knight appeared from an ethereal box.
The omnipresent Doctor Who!

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The Money Trap

Posted on 08 May 2026 | 28 comments

Thank you Rochelle for this week’s Friday-Fictioneer’s challenge. Looking at the photo-prompt I was drawn into its moment of contemplation of the world beyond the city lights; then I woke up.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

The Money Trap

Our jobs have gone, and I am left in the dark; what next?

Oh, how I tried; who will hire an accountant from Stanley Insurance?
We’ll let you know; ended every interview.

Stanley’s in administration, fraud investigations ongoing.
Caroline cleaned out the bank accounts and is on the FBI wanted list.

I feel a strange sense of anticipation sitting in the dark, looking out at the city lights.
The truth is, I discovered Caroline’s deception and have access to her secret Bermuda accounts.
Do I inform the FBI or create a new identity, my future?

Yes, Caroline’s in the dark.

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Don’t Complain Here

Posted on 30 April 2026 | 27 comments
PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

Don’t Complain Here

Where to start? 
Our celebration dinner was missing the human touch, you know, the one where people converse, or even acknowledge one another.
The whole arrangement was served by Japanese humanoids programmed with artificial intelligence; their monotone voices made my skin crawl.

The interpretation of our order of the barbecued platter was unexpectedly served with hot coals and a variety of meats directly onto the table.
I asked a humanoid to fetch his human manager.

Our plates were replaced by some white meat, looked like chicken.

Where’s the manager? 

The humanoid stared; programmed for indignation. 

He pointed to our plates.

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The Wrong Key

Posted on 22 April 2026 | 39 comments

Thank you Rochelle for this week’s writing challenge.

PHOTO PROMPT © Lily

The Wrong Key

The bridal bouquet flew above the bridesmaids’ heads. Jocelyn’s heart raced as she jostled forward; this was her chance.
Malcolm is watching, will he understand?

Decades later, like her hopes the flowers have faded and her suitors’ courting failed to unlock her dreams. 

In the cellar there is a chest with mementos from each of her lovers.
Records of their adventures together, holiday snaps and plans for future homes.
But marriage was a like a magic wand, and they disappeared in a flash.

At night, she unlocks each casket and screams at the shrivelled hearts, of those who betrayed her.

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Nothing to See Here

Posted on 08 April 2026 | 29 comments

Friday Fictioneers for Friday 10the April. Thank you Rochelle for the photo prompt.

It seems, I am using an outdated WordPress theme and no longer have the previous functions of links etc.

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Nothing to See Here.

I gripped the tiller handle and turned the dingy seaward causing a wave to splash over my face; I tasted the salt.
The sails flapped then billowed with the wind driving the boat towards Devil’s Island.

When I shop on the mainland, people ask, how can I stand the loneliness on the desolate outcrop.
Loneliness, I tell them, was years of commuting through polluted crowded cities and devotion to my poor Caroline.

They say I am mad, besides the island is haunted by a woman in black.

I know, because I tend the flowers on my Caroline’s grave.

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Enchanting Widow

Posted on 25 March 2026 | 32 comments

Friday Fictioneers, 27th march 2026

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Enchanting Widow

The tales she told begging at the garden fence
On those hot and steamy summer mornings
Relating stories of her enchanted lovers
Who drained her heart of life and sense

My empathy for her unfortunate choices
Of males who stole her home and desperate future
Leaving her with ten children shivering in poverty

Her diamond eyes glistened in the dawn light
Gold bangles shook as she wiped away a tear
Downy hair shimmered along her legs that
Drew more thread from her silken purse

Her lasso missed, 
and I dashed away!

What a lucky escape from her web of lies.

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Family Gallery

Posted on 12 March 2026 | 18 comments

My contribution to Friday-Fictioneers this week. Lovely picture from Lisa, thank you to our host Rochelle.

For reasons I cannot work out, I am unable to link to other sites on my posts.

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

The Family Gallery

‘Anthea,’ I said. I once called her Anne, big mistake! She slapped me.

I had come to collect a painting from her art gallery.

‘Yes!’ Her snappy tone. ‘I’ve wrapped it already.’

I pointed to the hanging baubles. ‘Interesting feature.’

‘It’s a family tradition. A remembrance so to speak.’

I wished I hadn’t asked. ‘Very decorative.’

‘We’ve all got one in our family, usually kept by the Sacred Heart.’

She reached up. ‘This one’s mine.’

‘It was Dad’s idea to create unity after the house fire. 

Mum’s remains are in this large bauble.

Touch this one, Anne’s ashes feel warm.’

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