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Friday, 13 May 2011

TWO Thursday Tales Flash Fiction

So, Blogger threw a wobbly. It took way longer than the hour they said to fix and they lost 2 posts and all the wonderful attached comments, so I have withdrawn my Friday post to reschedule it for later and will re-post the missing two with the comments inserted.







Rules:
1. Minimum of 55 words, maximum of 777 words. Story only please, no poems :)
2. The tale should be in sync with the photo and original.
3. Link back to Thursday Tales http://talesthursday.blogspot.com/
4. AND Link to the image SOURCE.(Please don't forget this, it's their effort too that has inspired you after all!)
5. Post it anytime and share your post link by inserting it into Linkey widget. Enter the link ONLY AFTER you write/post your week's tale.
6. Try to read the others who have joined the linkey before you. An image can get different views!
7. Once the linkey expires, the post URLs will be shared as links.

 

The artist is Sara Vandermeulen at DeviantArt.


‘Life Support’ by Madeleine Maddocks
He could hear a persistent tweeting somewhere to his left or was it bleeping noises? Then he remembered an accident.  A tractor and a ditch. His lips were dry, as if they had been roughly stitched together across his face. The worst hangover ever would account for how his eyes felt. Someone must have ripped them out and sewn them back,  all crooked and mismatched, into holes that were smaller than normal. He dare not open them, though he imagined the worst; feeling as he did so stiff, as if he were a scarecrow with a pole shoved somewhere unmentionable. (100 words)




Picture Source: Fishermen

‘The Catch’ by Madeleine Maddocks
Their plan ought to work. The rain had stopped hammering down on their brimmed hats. It was no longer  caressing their necks like slippery mermaid fingers. Now the water was calm. The two boats were in position, the net creating rippled patterns on the surface of the water where it lay.

“Catch hold of the net firmly now.” Joe ordered. “We can do this. We can be  fishers of men!”

They were so engrossed in their task that no-one noticed their quarry, behind them, quietly wading away to shore with the crab baskets from this morning’s catch in his hands. (100 words)

COMMENTS:
jabblog said: I enjoyed both of these hugely! Wonderful twists on the prompts:-)

The Golden Eagle said:
What a last line about the scarecrow. :D
Love these flash fiction pieces!

Rachel said:
Oh, I love that last line, a pole shoved somewhere unmentionable! Unmentionable indeed!

Lynette Killam said:
Oh, these are both wonderful, Madeleine! The scarecrow story cracked me up, it's so funny...and I like the line of tension that runs through the second. The rain "caressing their necks like slippery mermaid fingers" is just a brilliant choice of words. Well done...:)

Old Kitty said: Absolutely fabulously lovely reads - thank you!!!!!! I have a soft spot for the scarecrow though!! Oh dear - to the last line!! :-) Take care x

Sharon Sullivan-Craver  said:
I visited your blog and find it absolutely refreshing. But then I love to read other blogs. I am a newbie. I do have several manuscripts. One in the process of editing and two more on the tablets. None published as yet, but I have faith and persistence..Ha ha , that's just me. Thanks for sharing.


Thanks everyone. Glad you enjoyed the wry humour in these and the twists in the tales.:O)