An unexpected free pass today, in the form a of rerun from last February for our FF prompt. Thanks, Rochelle! Click here to read my story.
Monthly Archives: January 2017
Thanks to CE Ayr, another picture for the Friday fictioneers to get our writing teeth into this week. I’m a bit of a fan of Canadian railways myself, but the story took me a little way from the train lines. I would love to hear what you make of it, and if you read the tags afterwards, whether they come as a surprise…
Stillness amid chaos
Mimi paused in the middle of the bridge as she did every day. Far beneath her, the train yard was deserted. Stillness amid chaos. Her Grandma said it was something to strive for, that to be still was to be at peace.
Mimi hated stillness. That’s why she danced – to swirl away the thoughts that gripped the silence. Here in the city, dancing and parties, people and sounds could fill every waking second, so she stopped on the bridge in search of her Grandma’s stillness, knowing that she could find it whenever she wanted, sprawled on the concrete below.
Friday Fiction again and this week a photo from veteran player, Sandra Crook. I think she must have been with us at least as long as me, right Sandra?
Your thoughts and critique of my writing are always welcome.
Edith took the news with a sigh.
“I know you don’t approve, Mum, but the marriage just isn’t working for us.”
“I remember when marriage didn’t work for you, you worked for it. Things got a little rickety, you propped them up. Added a pillar. Or you leant harder on the ones you had.”
“And when there’s no pillars left?”
Edith glanced over at her grandsons. “You’ve three great pillars right there.”
“I don’t love her any more.”
“Well. Love’s the weakest pillar of all. I haven’t been in love since the Great War. And certainly not with your father.”