SPF: Daddy, what’s that?

SPF: Daddy, what’s that?

213 10 October 1st 2017

The toddler was walking around the room with the usual brand of curiosity that a child of that age has. “Daddy, what’s that?”

“Granddad’s desk.”

“What’s that?”

“Granddad’s notebook.”

“What’s that?”

“Granddad’s chair, and look at this, it even swivels around!” The daddy pulled the chair so that it spun around and was stunned by what he saw sitting in the upholstery.

The toddler pointed excitedly. “Daddy, what’s that?”

“It’s a fox. Don’t go petting it though, because foxes belong in the wild and not in somebody’s house. They are not pets.”

“Oh.” Clearly disappointed, the child just gazed at the animal that seemed to be staring back towards him. He frowned in confusion. “If it isn’t a pet, why is it here?”

“No idea.” The father put his head around the door. “Dad? Did you there is a wild animal sitting on the chair in your office?”

“Yep.” The older man walked into the room and looked down at the animal. “I think it looks rather comfortable there, don’t you?”

“Why would you want it to be comfortable?”

“Relax, I am saving it from the hunt. Poor thing was on its own. I’d rather it was comfortable then dead.”

Written for Sunday photo fiction

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I have finally got to the point where I am able to write THE END in my first draft. I am absolutely speechless and ready to go out celebrating 🙂

I am sure there will be plenty of writing on here in the near future because I will need to take a break from editing 🙂

I can’t believe I am finally here!

2017-09-30

Who knew writing could be this hard?

Who knew writing could be this hard?

Sorry, I have not been around much lately, but I am determined to finish this first draft before I get onto anything else.

Mind you, then the real headache of editing is going to begin!

The good news is that I am nearly finished so there is definitely light the end of this tunnel. Hopefully, after that, I will be able to concentrate on posting some more flash fiction up on this blog. That is something I am definitely looking forward to doing.

See you all very soon.

SPF: One with nature

SPF: One with nature

2012 09 September 24th 2017

She looked out of the window and smiled. The garden had been completely covered in a quilt of leaves as the autumn had really taken hold. It was her favourite time of year when everything is at it prettiest. Everywhere seemed to be covered in gold and red of some of the leaves yet clinging to the branches. It was like everything was preparing for the winter that was going to come. The leaves were keeping the ground warm so there was no way that she was going to sweep them up. That was a pointless task anyway.

Gabriella walked into the garden just to watch natures preparation. If it was a fascinating process because it was almost like everything was preparing itself by getting rid of everything old. It was making way for the new growth that would begin after the winter had long gone.

Her gaze lingered at a spot beneath one of the larger trees in her garden. Thoughts turned elsewhere as she briefly considered if the blanket of leaves was keeping the body of her husband cosy. Not that she cared at all. Out with the old, in with the new. Gabriella was one with nature.

Written for Sunday photo fiction

FFfAW: The light of life

FFfAW: The light of life

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Pamela S. Canepa. Thank you Pamela!

“Every lighted window represents at least one life,” he said to nobody in particular as he lounged on the balcony of the hotel opposite. He could have told you exactly how many windows he was talking about because observation was one of his strong points.

His attention, however, was focused on one window only and the shadowed form walking about within the room inside. His heart sped up as he watched the unsuspecting female get undressed before climbing into bed.

The light went out.

Reaching down, he lifted the sniper gun. Now to make sure the light was out permanently.

Word count: 100

Written for Flash fiction for aspiring writers