Posts Tagged ‘Fire’

FFF Prompt campfire

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/09/03/5-september-2014/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, you’ll never believe how hard 100-words can hit.

Here’s my contribution:

The Ballad of Jacob and Emma

The trek in was perfectly wonderful enhanced by the crispness of the day, the damp soil carpeted by moldering pine needles, and the beckoningly soft footfalls. He pitched their tent beside a burbling creek, set up the camp including a ring of rock and a romantic fire. Jacob could think of no better setting to make his proposal and Emma was his princess. He uncorked wine. He tuned his acoustic and strummed a serenade designed to enchant. Then, upon bent knee he pitched. Emma gave response. Without hesitation Jacob stood, instrument firmly in hand, and cut his most perfect swing.

jKb

FFF Prompt claire-fuller-2

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/01/29/31-january-2014/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, feel the heat.

Here’s my contribution:

Faded Polaroid

There had been a class trip organized, an effort to promote the trades as challenging and rewarding lines of honest work, areas often overlooked by the education system. Several stops were made: an auto-body shop; a Habitat For Humanity construction project; a tour of an organic farm. Rodney hovered behind, sucking Camels, flicking butts with disinterest.

The final stop was a cabinet-maker.

The shop is gone now, just a scar on the little side street, tufts of weed-grass clutching to pieces of blackened brick and twists of metal. The only good thing remaining, besides the memories, is a faded Polaroid.

jKb