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Friday Fictioneers: Heart Broken

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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!

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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

Thank you for reading! Please let me know if you have any thoughts or comments.

You can read more submissions to this prompt here.

Until next time!

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Friday Fictioneers: Why

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It’s Friday! And what else could that mean but Friday Fictioneers? (Uploaded on an actual Friday for once. How punctual am I?!)

(Actually, don’t answer that question.)

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

clouds-above-the-treesPhoto © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Why

Even though he was expecting it, the hit knocked him off his feet.

Pain blossomed inside his chest, squeezing his heart and scorching his lungs. He shuddered. The tears felt cool on his face. They laughed, the sound ringing hollow in his ears.

“Please,” he whimpered.

Another blow landed before he could close his eyes. One of them pulled his leg back. The next moment, an ache started in his ribs, getting sharper by the second.

They loomed over him.

By the time they left, he stopped asking himself why. He just lay there, watching clouds float across the sky.

Word count: 100

Thanks for reading! Let me know if you have any thoughts or comments. You can read more submissions to this prompt here.

Until next time!

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Friday Fictoneers: Grey-Blue Sky

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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!

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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.

“Coming!”

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.

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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.

Until next time,
Sohini

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