Friday Fictioneers – Before the Storm

friday fiction 2 31 jan

Thank you to Claire Fuller for the beautiful image.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction photo prompt.

1 photo. 100 words. (more or less, give or take)

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Please take a moment to click on one of the links below to read what others have done with this week’s prompt.

http://summerstommy.com/2014/01/29/friday-fictioneers-workhouse/

http://castelsarrasin.wordpress.com/2014/01/29/knocking-off-friday-fictioneers-january-2014/

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

 

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I write because I have to. It is a compulsion. I do it to vent, to laugh and to remember. I blog because it has been so long since I had to write with a pen that my hand would go into cramp if I tried to write a journal.

62 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Before the Storm

  1. What a great take on the prompt Victoria!Loved how you started the story-a relaxed,lazy tone and then suddenly it was action packed,tense with a sense of foreboding and the end was so fluid-so final-just like death!Bravo!And yes,need I reiterate what others have already mentioned-the presentation is amazing!:-)

  2. Wow! This is brilliant story, Victoria. I love the evocative details and the mood they create. Mosquitos becoming fighter planes and smokers resonating with lazy clouds … very impressive.

  3. Victoria — this may be one of the best things I’ve read of yours. Amazing how you made parallels with only 100 words to work with — very effective!
    I’m not writing this week, but I’d love it if you’d drop by my blog for a second anyway, I posted a big announcement today.

  4. Victoria,
    what a bittersweet story of nostalgia and loss. I love the little touches, like comparing bloodthirsty mosquitoes with bloodthirsty fighter planes. Very well done.
    -David

  5. Striking presentation. I’d like to see the last half tightened up a little. For your consideration:

    War came without warning. The faraway conflict leaped off the newspapers, landed on the porch in front of those creaky swing doors. The sound of blood-hungry mosquitoes became the drone of far deadlier fliers. It was not a good day to die. It never is.

    Strong finale, by the way.

    All my best,
    MG

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