friday fictioneers – Kelley Farrell

Trash

Posted on February 7, 2021 by Kelley Farrell

Paper-thin, barely blocking any light, practically sandpaper.

Mildred was the premier treasure hunter in this realm. She commanded respect and awe. Her presence was a gift.

After all, a well placed treasure could make her rich. Of course, she would bestow a bit of that blessing onto anyone who helped her locate it.

But this … this was abysmal.

Mildred knew what the perfect specimen was and this was not it.

“I thought we were clear that you had a paper of the highest quality!” Mildred held the rolls high. “Look at this! This is not treasure! This is trash!”

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Word Count: 100
Imagine dealing with some kind of inter-dimensional treasure hunters after the good toilet paper during Covid.
PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankivell

Stage Fright

Posted on January 17, 2021 by Kelley Farrell

It started as a ball of anticipation settling into my stomach.

Rolling and roiling, loud grumbles began to escape.

“I don’t feel good.”

My bandmates, bless them, pat my back and instructed me in deep breathing.

It wasn’t enough.

I walked reluctantly on stage, head down and anxiety churning in my throat.

Don’t look up.

Too late.

The packed house stared back, each pair of eyes boring holes straight into me.

I couldn’t even start playing before the churning in my throat spilled over.

That’s why we have to move, preferably tonight when no one can see me run away.

Word Count: 100
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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

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Ghost Hunting

Posted on December 4, 2020 by Kelley Farrell

Hattie almost missed the fraying brown clue blending into the brickwork.

Almost.

Matt would never let anyone miss it completely.

“It’s a clue!” He howled as he dropped to his belly and slithered towards the string. “Hattie. Hattie. Look. They were here.”

“I don’t see anything Matt.” He groaned and lifted the string between clenched knuckles.

“Right here. They were here.”

“Who?”

“The ghosts! Hattie! Did you forget what we were doing today?”

“I guess so Matt.”

“Ghosts. Ghost hunting. The email invite was clear.”

Hattie gazed at the sunset. Why were the cute ones always so weird?

Word Count: 98
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Photo credit: © CEAyr

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Jumper

Posted on November 27, 2020 by Kelley Farrell

“If your friends jumped off a bridge would you jump too?”

Well mom, looks like we know the answer.

In my defense, it was only 3 feet off the ground.

Surely I would’ve come to my senses before diving off anything higher.

You’re not amused. It’s ok, I get it.

It wasn’t in your weekend plans to care for this ungrateful snot you call a daughter.

I hop to the window, wave to my friends and part of me wonders …

Would they believe you pushed me if I jumped again?

Word Count: 91
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PHOTO PROMPT © Susan Eames

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Fried Okra

Posted on October 24, 2020October 24, 2020 by Kelley Farrell

“I was surprised you agreed to get BBQ with me.”

“Why? I know the importance of good BBQ. I am from here remember?”

“Debatable.”

“Oh, fuck off, it is not.”

He tossed a sugar packet in my direction.

“For your ‘unsweet’ tea.”

I stared out the window, wondering if things would ever be the same.

“Seriously, what are you going to eat?”

“Well, I do love fried okra.”

“You’re going to eat fried okra? That’s it?”

“Sure.”

“I don’t think anyone likes okra that much.”

“Blasphemy. Fried okra is the best okra.”

Brief smiles.

Sighs.

“Why are you here?”

Word Count: 99
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PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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What A Shame

Posted on July 10, 2020 by Kelley Farrell

A small robed man prepared to dip into the lake. He gazed at his reflection, as if what lay just beneath the surface were the better judge of his sins.

As I drew closer, his lover’s frock slung over his shoulders and stripped red from her blood seemed to assume a voice of its own.

No wonder the man crawled and cowered.

Tufts of grass, ripped from the dry dirt, were flung towards stoic blue stones slowly submerging beneath the hate he spewed.

All because his lover requested he wash the dishes. How ashamed he must be.

Word Count: 97
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Sure Thing

Posted on June 19, 2020June 20, 2020 by Kelley Farrell

We aren’t born with murderous intentions.

Walter’s a good man. He would do anything for those he loves. He’d never hurt a fly.

That’s what I hate the most. I need someone with a spine, someone not afraid to push back and knock me around.

I clutch the ladder until my knuckles go white. In my mind I can see Walter tumbling head first two stories down.

My muscles tense, ready to rip the ladder from under his feet.

“Honey, I don’t really need you to spot me. Can you get my toolkit?”

I relax, my fingers loosen.

“Sure thing.”

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Detour

Posted on May 8, 2020 by Kelley Farrell

I could think about what we’d done but what good would it do?

Everyone is just here for the main act.

Liquor and beer rain overhead as the crowd surges to the music. Food from the buffett Matt so graciously supplied disappears.

Buffett a la Matt, we called it.

After all, it was what he wanted, to be recycled, given back to the Earth.

“Have you tried these meatballs?!” The guy stumbles then graces the ground with undigested chunks.

Matt meant cremation, we know, but times are tough. Eventually his remains will make it there.

This is just a detour.

I’m sorry, I do not know how my brain got here.
Word Count 100
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Paris

Posted on April 24, 2020 by Kelley Farrell

Emily laid the picture over her lap. “What’s this?”

“Paris! Isn’t it lovely?” Emily traced the eiffel tower with a trembling hand.

“It’s yours?”

Jenna motioned towards Emily’s wall, a homage to landscapes and skylines all over the world she wished to visit. “Yours.”

“You think I’ll really see it one day?” In her years of nursing, Jenna had never met a child as determined as Emily.

“I really do.” Emily nodded her approval as she yawned.

“I’ll dream about it first.” Emily sank into her bed. A mess of hair peeked from underneath her blankets.

Slowly, she slipped away.

Word Count: 100
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In The Name of Adventure

Posted on April 10, 2020 by Kelley Farrell

Elias slipped his sleeve over his fingers and rubbed the window. In his dreams he was a master treasure hunter traveling the globe in search of the “the big one”.

Through patchy fog Elias could see a rainbow arching into the harbor.

He picked at the fuzzy bunny knitted onto his shirt while thinking the plan through.

Getting to the harbor was easy, his parents wouldn’t be mad if he looked both ways when he crossed the street.

The boats would start leaving soon. One of them would take him to the rainbow’s end.

Elias had no time to waste.

Word Count: 100
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