#Friday Fictioneers – Sirens part 2

Thank you Madison Woods once again for a great photo. What I love about writing is that for me, when you start writing it evolves into something you hadn’t really planned it to be.

This was supposed to be a happy flash fiction story however somehow turned into a story based on an earlier Friday Fictioneers piece called Sirens. I’ve named it the same again as follows on, albeit years later. If you want to join in, pop over to Madison Wood’s blog and view her short story and picture. The first part of Siren’s is right here, and puts across Sarah’s view from years before.


Jenny sat in the car with the engine running and her heart fluttered. She hadn’t banked on Sarah finding her so soon but when the letter dropped through the door a week ago Jenny knew she couldn’t veil the truth any longer. The crime she witnessed all those years ago had turned the local town into a battlefield and watching the destruction spread through the streets Jenny felt powerless.

Sarah had been on the run for too long and Jenny’s testimony was the only thing that could guarantee her freedom. Jenny recognised her instantly, wearing a green sweater and baseball cap pulled down tightly over her forehead. Sarah walked quickly across the car park and entered the building. Taking a deep breath Jenny switched off the engine. She opened the glove compartment and took out the small revolver and slipped it into her small handbag. It would end today.


His Father’s Words – Michael McCarthy

My husband has been quite taken with the idea of flash fiction of late. He often comes up with some wonderful story lines but never puts them down on paper. Today he has decided to give it a go, bearing in mind he has never written a short story or flash fiction, I think this is pretty damn good. Please let me know what you think.

His Father’s Words

By Michael McCarthy

As the crashing water subsided, a boy emerged from the whiteness that had engulfed him. His hair was soaked and he wiped it from his eyes, taking in what he had accomplished. He had wandered far and was weary from the toil. His feet were sore from his boots, still not broken in, and his aching shoulders bared the marks of his satchel’s heavy load. Father always said the most satisfying rest was after of a hard days labour and he hadn’t lied. As the boy lay there in his porcelain tub, he knew that Monday’s round would be easier.

(100 words)

#Friday Fictioneers – End of the Rainbow

A little late in the day yet again! Thank Madison Woods for the photo.

I couldn’t think about which way to go with this but  I liked this one over the horror version I had. If you fancy having a go, click here to view the picture and Madison’s 100 word story.

Madison Woods Friday Fictioneers


End of the Rainbow

Grass at her feet and a crown of daisies in her hair, Sophie watched the clouds part and felt the sun hit her face.

Rolling over she smiled at Deacon who was blowing smoke rings into the air. His sunglasses perched on the tip of nose, Sophie could see him watching her.

“So, we going to do this?”

Sophie wanted to say no. At seventeen she had so much to achieve and the whole world to see. But as much desire she had for her future, she longed for the precious life inside of her.

She rested her head on Deacon’s shoulder and sighed.

“My mum is going to kill me.”

#Friday Fictioneers – Blindsighted

Thanks to a migraine I have had to rush this a little. Viewing the image on my phone I thought it was something completely different though I hope it still relates to the image. If you want to take part the image is at Madison Wood’s blog. Write 100 and post it back as a comment on her story.


When I was twelve years old my eye sight disappeared. It didn’t happen overnight, from the age of ten all colours started to drain away then slowly the world became cocooned in tunnel vision. By the time I turned eleven the comforting faces of my parents were alien outlines surrounded in dim light.

For years I mourned for the vision that I lost. Accepting my new life was never easy and there were many nights I suffered heartache knowing that I would never be able to look into my wife’s eyes or see whether my son had inherited my large forehead.

Twenty years on I am lying in bed, listening to the bleeping machines and dizzy from the smell of antiseptic. I slowly open my eyes and there it is, a small ball of light, breaking through the darkness.

#Friday Fictioneers – Sirens

Thank you Madison for this weeks photo. I found it tricky again but I think that was also because I haven’t had much time to write this week. If you fancy a go, view the photo here and write approx 100 words.


All the hope of freedom was held in that barn. Peering through the crack in the wood Sarah could see bodies of the young.

Engulfed in flashing light the adolescent army danced with their arms reaching up towards the sky. Broken rumbles disturbed the dust beneath her feet and a deep bass line triggered euphoric memories. The mood was hypnotic but Sarah wouldn’t allow it to take her prisoner.

Running away from a crime she didn’t commit, her proof of innocence belonged to a girl. Sarah desperately needed to find her but as the sirens drew closer she had to choose between liberty and exoneration.  Tonight the shadows beckoned, the truth had to wait and Sarah vanished once more.