Tag: friday fictioneers
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Friday Fictioneers – At Last
Fat raindrops rolled down the window pane accompanied by the ever present haze of city living. Ghosts of years gone by stood silently silhouetted against a dark, starless sky. Lights from the spire sprinkled to life in a dazzling glaze. A gasp caught in her throat. The sign she had been waiting for. Her Prince…
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Friday Fictioneers – Rays of Gold
Sometimes she sits on the gilded edge of the time before and the space after, watching people scurry below. Ants unaware of their instinctual march, if they were to rip their eyes from the path would they see me? Unaware of his mother’s harried calls a boy lets his toy train crash to the wooden…
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Friday Fictioneers – Lips So Blue
I saw the sign. I heard her small voice say, “we should turn back.” Jermaine, I chastised, always too sure of yourself. The sky sure is blue from here. Small clouds, formed into puffs of slight dog fur, float by casting their shadows among the scattered glass. If I could speak … a thousand things I…
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Friday Fiction
When I was a little girl I pressed my nose against the glass of my dad’s old Volkswagen as we passed under bridges in the city. I puffed great smokey blasts of fog to draw little hearts and “hellos” in as the sleeping men tossed in their bags. “Dad, why don’t we help them?” “They…
Kelley Farrell 