Friday Fictioneers: Heart Broken

It’s Friday, and you know what that means… the weekend is near! And also Friday Fictioneers, of course.

For Friday Fictioneers, writers respond to a prompt in 100 words or less. Thank you to Rochelle for providing the prompt!

Photo © Kelvin M. Knight

Heart Broken

When they ask if she really wants it, she says yes. Her lungs feel sore afterwards, as if they have frosted over. She lays a hand on her chest and feels the silence resonate.

When she gets home, she takes her mother’s crystal glass and throws it against the wall. She stares at the pieces, not blinking until tears roll down her cheeks. But they taste of nothing.

She smashes more until the floor looks built of crystal.

When her mother follows later, slipping between her fingers, she can’t even feel glad that she has no heart to get broken.

Word count: 100

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Friday Fictoneers: Grey-Blue Sky

Hello, dear readers! A very belated happy new year from me. I hope your year has been going well so far, and that it only gets better from this point. I am coming to you today with a Friday Fictioneers, in which writers respond to a prompt with 100 words or less. Thank you to Rochelle for providing this prompt!

Photo prompt © Al Forbes

Grey-Blue Sky

“Come on, dad!”

The shout echoed strangely, startling Dev.

A muffled thud.

“You okay?” Dev called, peering up the stairs.


Creak. Creak. Creak.

Creak, creak, creak. 

The footsteps sped up as they neared the bottom.

“Ready?” Dev said.

His father smiled. He held a small suitcase, zipper rusted.

“What’s this?” Dev asked.

“Couldn’t leave it behind,” grinned his father. “Your mother bought it for me.”

“Strange gift,” muttered Dev. “Come on, we have to get there by two.”

Grabbing his father’s hand, Dev towed the old man outside. They left the empty house behind under a grey-blue sky.


Words: 100

Let me know what you think, and thank you for reading. More content to come soon (I’m working on a piece about creative work experience right now, I promise)! If you would like to read more submissions for this prompt, you can find them here.

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Friday Fictioneers: Driving Lesson

Ah, it’s so nice to do a Friday Fictioneers after so long! In case you don’t know, writers participating in Friday Fictioneers respond to a prompt with 100 words or less. Thank you to Rochelle for providing the following photo prompt.

© Sandra Crook

Driving Lesson

“Dead slow, dead slow…”

C, B, A, C B, A, I chanted to myself. My foot edged towards the middle pedal. My eyes were fixed on the roundabout ahead.

“Dead slow, dead slow…!”

I nudged the pedal. This should be enou—

“Go, go, GO!”

My foot shuffled about. The car jerked like a rearing bull and I spun the steering wheel. We lurched towards the road ahead.

What next?

I barely breathed a sigh when a distant cloud of movement caught my eye.


Slow, I know, I thought. This driving lesson was about to get a lot more lively.


Words: 100

Thank you for reading! This story is based on personal experience – I learnt to drive in India one summer, and animals on the road are not uncommon. I hope you enjoyed reading (and that you caught my livestock pun, haha).

You can find more responses to this prompt here.

Until next time!