Friday Fictioneers – Changes

Welcome everyone, glad you could make it. I’ve laid out a few nibbles – cheesy biscuits, a few crisps, a bowl of Twiglets. Help yourself to a glass of punch, or if you’re driving Ive got some Shloer in. Now I know it’s only been a week since I last saw you all, but I’ve only gone and got another email from Rochelle haven’t I? And – you’ve guessed it – there was a prompt pic. This one in fact:

from world famous FriFicer CE Ayr. And I thought you might want to read the 100 words of fiction I wrote in response, so here we are, all gathered together.

It’s not just me that wrote of course, all these other writers over on Froggy Island did the same, so why not pop over to visit them too? I can’t guarantee they have cheese and pineapple on sticks all stuck in a potato covered in tin foil like I have, but their stories are all worth a read.

So anyway, since we are all here, and if we’re all ready, these are my words. Thanks for coming, remember to tip your waitress and always leave via the gift shop.

 

 

I let myself in the back gate – four years on, the combination on the lock hasn’t changed. But so much else in the garden has. The patio is gone, the pond extended. The willow has grown so much it hides the back of the house.

“Everything is going to be alright” says a message newly-mounted on the factory wall beyond the house. And I believe one day it will. But not today.

Dad’s in his workshop, but I’m not ready to see him yet, or for him to see me.

I quietly open the gate, slip away again. Maybe tomorrow.