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Friday Fictioneers: Driving Lesson

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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.

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© 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.

“Dead—”

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

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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!

Friday Fictioneers: The Meeting

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WHAT? I’m actually early?

I’m going to treasure this moment because it’ll probably be 2017 by the time I’m early for anything again…

But let’s get to the point! For Friday Fictioneers, writers respond to a prompt with 100 words or less. Thank you to Rochelle for providing the following photo prompt.

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© Roger Bultot

The Meeting

“D’you think there’ll be a storm?”

George peered at the sky. Clouds were gathering, and the breeze had a bite, but it didn’t smell like rain. He shook his head.

“D’you think he’ll get here soon?”

George sighed. “I don’t know, Petra.” Most of them had arrived and taken their seats. “He’ll get here when he gets here.”

“That’s helpful.”

“Actually, it’s circular reasoning—” began George, but was interrupted by an approaching figure.

Everyone sat up straighter.

“Good morning!” The chief landed on the wire. “We’ve got important matters to consider. Let’s start by discussing who we’ll poop on today.”

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Words: 100

Sorry this one is kind of crude, I couldn’t figure out how else to phrase things. XD Other submissions to this prompt can be found here.

Thanks for reading, and until next time!

Friday Fictioneers: Stalker

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‘Sunday Fictioneers’ isn’t quite as catchy as ‘Friday Fictioneers’, so maybe we can pretend it’s Friday for two minutes? 🙂

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

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Photo prompt © J Hardy Carroll

Stalker

Sometimes I wonder how I got myself into this.

No one has been here in a while. Dilapidation has taken over the building: the bricks are faded, the grass surrounding it overgrown. The windows are dark. It’s difficult to imagine any trace of life inside.

A chill hangs over me like a wet blanket. The thought of going inside makes my heart race, but I swallow back the exhilaration. I have to focus, or things will go wrong.

I shift slightly. Soon, the light will turn on inside. Until then I will wait and watch. My time will come.

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Words: 99

Thank you for reading! If you would like to read more submissions for this prompt, you can find them here.

Until next time!