Hi all, greetings from Spain. If I can’t manage a 100 word story for Friday Fictioneers while on holiday then there’s no hope for the rest of the time! Uploading on my phone has been a little tricky as has not having an automatic word count, but I hope I’m not too far off.
Beams of torchlight in the darkness. The bark of soldiers. A hazy silhouette of a man being hauled by his armpits.
Realising that it was her man.
Here, a parting like that was a parting forever. A total rending of her heart and her hopes of escaping this godforsaken country.
Later, under a bloody sunrise, she looked down at the bench and remembered the schemes they’d concocted there, brittle as the paint she was flaking with her fingernail.
No, those crackpot plans weren’t worthy of hopes. This is why, with no faith left to gamble, she would take those flimsy chances anyway.
To Be A Magician 
Desperate and dogged
My attempt at the story or the characters? 😅 Thanks for stopping by.
The characters
Laughing.
Great question!
Really intense
I hope that’s a good thing!
I really hope this isn’t how your holiday in Spain is panning out 😉 Great story.
Haha, thankfully not!
Dear Miss KZ,
Hope your holiday in Spain is going well…unlike the story. Well done and I applaud anyone who can upload from her phone.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks, the holiday has been great! The phone upload was trickier than I expected despite having the WordPress app.
Desperate reality that is all too true in some places in the world, and has been all too true in some places in the world, and is poised on the edge of a knife to possibly become true in some places of the world that want to believe they are above such realities … and yet are terribly, terribly close. …
Well done!
Hopefully Brexit won’t lead us down this path! Big Boris will be watching us all… Thanks for reading.
Yes, hopefully the current US administration won’t either …
Loved what you did with the flaking paint. This would make a great love story.
Good for you writing on holiday 😀
Thanks! I found it a bit difficult to place her at the painted bench without disrupting the flow of the story. Still not sure it is really clear, but was running out of time to upload.
She’s not letting the story end there, that’s for sure! Excellent.
It sounds like quite a nasty regime they’re living under there, true for many people around the world.
A heartrending love story, K.Z. I hope her future greatly improves over her past. Continue to have a great trip. 🙂 — Suzanne
You painted broken dreams and desperation all too well. Beautifully done.
This is superb, and wonderfully crafted.
But why are you not in France?
To take the time to write whilst on holiday is quite a task.
And you wrote a wonderful story, to boot! I like her determination that it’s not over. Yet,
This is starkly real and believable. She’s a strong woman. I hope she survives.
the flaking paint was a graphic touch. I liked this.