Security Blanket

Written in response to Carrot Ranch and the prompt word Blanket. The challenge is to write a story in ninety-nine words. Alessandra loved her mum’s blanket. Patches of a past she couldn’t forget. Each colourful addition was like a happy memory in time. There was a red and white check, which resided on her ownContinue reading “Security Blanket”

Honesty

Witten for the word of the day https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/author/cyranny/ ‘It’s a puzzle, that the cookie is missing, and there are crumbs by your pillow. Yet you say you haven’t eaten anything.’ Molly brushed away the evidence, with the best face she could. It wasn’t her fault she was hungry. ‘What crumbs Mummy?’ She pulled herself upContinue reading “Honesty”

Nelson

Written in response to https://fivedotoh.com/2023/09/19/fandangos-story-starter-115/ After the accident, Nelson never felt safe again. It didn’t matter, it wasn’t his fault. One wobbly step outside, and he fell on to his bad hip. Now, he took each movement with care – using his stick to guide himself across the paving slabs outside his home. He wasContinue reading “Nelson”

Piano

Written for https://cyranny.com/2023/09/13/september-13th-1minfiction-challenge/ His piano was a great investment, but he got tired easily these days. The piano, bought off E Bay, seemed a good idea a few weeks ago. Now, it stood idly by, while he dreamed of playing at the Royal Albert Hall. Truth be told, he couldn’t play any notes. The secretContinue reading “Piano”

Neighbours

Written in response to https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/09/18/share-your-world-18th-september/ 1.  How well do you know your immediate neighbours? I know them to chat with, but we are not close. A lot of our neighbours have moved – one to Skegness, and the other moved about a month ago. Our new neighbour is pigeon obsessed. Since he moved in weContinue reading “Neighbours”

Two Tickets

Written for http://weeklyprompts.com/2023/09/16/weekly-prompts-weekend-challenge-nearby/ Mariette’s family didn’t live nearby. Orvieto, her home once. Yet she had lived in England more than she the home she was born in. Alessandra meant well. To repair the broken bridge of old arguments wasn’t something she could do alone. Yet, she couldn’t travel with her. There were two tickets –Continue reading “Two Tickets”

Charmer

Written for https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2023/09/16/weekend-writing-prompt-329-blatherskite/ ‘Dad would have called him a blatherskite,’ Sheila’s mum said, looking at her daughter straight in the eyes. ‘He’s a charmer, anyone can see that.’ ‘Mum, just because he likes to dress nice, doesn’t mean he can’t be trusted.’ ‘Love, it isn’t how he dresses, it’s what he says. All this rubbishContinue reading “Charmer”