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Borders on the sky

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Zeus was not having a good day and he made sure everyone knew it. His petulance triggered his wife’s flashing temper and soon there was a thunderous outpouring of abuses.

Like wars that drew lines of blood ,separating one earth into nations, their quarrels divided them.

We looked at them from above, down our noses, Romeo and I . We were going to be different. We were going to merge seamlessly that no one would be able to tell where I began and he ended. We were going to teach the gods in heaven: “Love”. We were going to light up the earth with such brilliance eclipsing the sun….we were going to do a lot of things together as one…

Until, Romeo was not having a good day  and he made sure everyone knew it.


The above 150 word story was in response to ‘Monday’s finish the story’ flash fiction challenge. This unique flash fiction challenge  provides  a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story. The challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided. Details are available here:



A Tall Promise


“My door will always be open for you. Promise!”, he said looking purer than untrodden snow.

It warmed her heart.

On a dark day of her life, she took a taxi to the address he had given. The neighbourhood didn’t look promising. It was not that the grass was not greener…there was no grass for miles.

Undaunted, hopeful, she got out paying the hefty taxi fare, emptying her purse.

“The door is so high! How can I get in? Help!”, she pleaded, shivering, seeking safety, still hoping.

“It’s your problem, you don’t measure up”, he said coldly from above.


The above 100 word story is written in response to the 100 word photo challenge posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Field each week. Photo prompt copyright Lauren Moscato.

Click on the InLinkZ link below to read other amazing takes, that fellow Friday Fictioneers have, on the same photo prompt.

The bridge to no where

Frost on a stump. Sandra Crook.

He told grandpa what he wanted for his 10th birthday.

“A bridge! Why?”, grandpa laughed.

That laugh froze the words in his mouth: “I love the big tree. Playing on it’s branches  makes me feel loved and secure, like being in my mother’s womb”.

Anyway, who spoke of feelings? “Only girls do that!” he remembered father saying often. So he just shrugged feigning nonchalance.

On his birthday he ran out to the meadow and saw the new bridge. His excitement turned to tears. Grandpa had cut his favourite tree to build the wood bridge.

He never once crossed that bridge.


The above 100 word story is written in response to the 100 word photo challenge posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Field each week. Photo prompt  by Sandra Crook.