Tag: 100 word story

Me and my Dad

Chris Hall59 Comments

Photo Prompt © Lisa Fox

Dad was a happy driver, and I could sit next to him now. ‘Clunk click every trip’ as we said at the same time.

We arrived at a kiosk by the park. Dad parked his almost new car – a navy-colour Hillman Minx. I had got out, and I hurried over there. There was no-one around, but there were lots of flyers. ‘I’m going to take one of each.’

Dad had been reading his newspaper while he waited for me. Then we strolled around the park, and I had my new camera. I clicked, and clicked again. It was such fun.

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Non-Fiction
Word Count: 100

2 January 2026

Just visiting

Chris Hall44 Comments

Photo Prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

That dining room wasn’t used anymore. It’s a beautiful table, mahogany, and still pristine since it’s usually covered up. She walked around it, slowly. Almost reverently. And then she stopped at the top of the table. There were so many memories.

With her eyes shut she thought about what she’d done.
A little girl, wearing a pretty dress for Christmas.
And all those grown-ups.

She flashed a thought. Opening her eyes.
Should she look at that covered up mirror? Would she dare?
But no. Too many ghosts still here.

She’s going to leave forever. There’s just one thing she’ll take…

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Fiction
Word Count: 100

26 December 2025

The sea, the sea

Chris Hall50 Comments

Photo Prompt © Peter Abbey

As she walked along the beach.
And on her own.
So many memories. Some good, some bad, and some in-between.
Believe the impossible. A small smile. Did she believe that anymore?
She stopped. She looked out at the ocean.
Always beautiful – fair weather or storm. There’s no telling beyond the seasons.

How many years had flown away? Is anyone left?
The sands would know.
Would they say?

She turned, but looked back again.
Is it over, she wondered?
Another story to break?
So many broken hearts…
Couldn’t it be happy – just once?
But it’s time to move on.
For her.

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Fiction with a lot of Fact
Word Count: 100

19 December 2025

Ooh, a picnic

Chris Hall65 Comments

Photo Prompts © Dale Rogerson

The two boys were laden with presents as they grinned to each other. Great Aunt Margot was chatting to stallholders while holding her huge basket.
‘It’s a lovely atmosphere when it’s Christmas,’ she said.

‘We can sit down by that useful bench, and we can have a little unprompted picnic. I assume you’re both hungry?’
‘Always,’ they chortled.
‘We’ve crispy baguette, some creamy butter and some pâté.’
They munched for a bit.

Then Great Aunt Margot said, ‘that’s enough for now. All we need is a smallish tree and we can hoist it back home.’
And that’s what they did.

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

12 December 2025

Moreish…

Chris Hall64 Comments

Photo Prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

‘We went into a little supermarket, didn’t we?’
‘We did. Happy memories…’
‘It was in a foreign place and quaint. You remember?’
‘Greece?’
‘Not that time.’
‘No, you’re right, it was Turkey.’

‘We sat down, since there was a few tables.’
‘And we drank some very thick and sweet coffee.’

‘Then we had a little look around the shelves…’
‘… and we bought some postcards and we sat down again and wrote them.’
‘They even had some stamps.’

‘Then after that we bought a tiny bottle of raki.’
‘And what else?’
‘You must remember that?’
‘Oh, of course – Turkish Delight!’

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Memoir
Word Count: 100

5 December 2025

Where are my glasses?

Chris Hall48 Comments

Photo Prompt © Roger Bultot

So where are they?

She’d looked in the bedroom and bathroom. She’d looked in the kitchen and dining room, but no. She was almost positive she had left them in the living room since she’d been reading. She sat down by her coffee table.

She had a thought.

Maybe those glasses had fallen under the couch. She knelt down and poked around, just as her cat appeared. They were at the same level. The cat playfully tapped one paw at her cheek. Suddenly, those glasses dropped from her head.

Aha, clever cat! Those glasses had been there all the time.

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Anecdote
Word Count: 100

28 November 2025

So windy here!

Chris Hall35 Comments

Photo Prompt © Sandra Crook

At last, something worked, she grinned, I’m so happy!

She had looked out very early, just as the sun poked up. She could see it was fine, as she showered and dressed quickly. She brewed her coffee, as she continued to smile; she wondered what this particular one had managed to cling on to life, since so many hadn’t. Dreadful really, as she mused while supping her coffee.

It was very windy, as usual, as she stepped out into her kind of garden. There it is, as she looked up. My first pretty rockery with some real living little flowers!

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

21 November 2025

More than a sunset

Chris Hall52 Comments

Photo Prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Was it just a story?
I think not. It was real. Very real.
But perhaps just use a beautiful dream? That would work better.

She would walk into the lounge. She would open the double doors into the garden, and then to the still warm pool. Such a treat!
She would sit on the wall, looking at the gorgeous sunset, between the dark waters and the vivid sky.
She would remove a pretty feather to touch it and smooth it. Then she would walk back again.
Closing the double doors.

She would lay down to sleep again.
Sleep on… forever.

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

14 November 2025

Cat Time

Chris Hall40 Comments

Photo Prompt ©Yvette Prior

‘You are so nosy, aren’t you.’
‘What, me?’
‘Of course you are.’ She snickered. ‘Me as well.’
The two of them continued to peer from their upstairs window.

‘Did you see that?’
‘No. Didn’t see anything.’
‘But you must have done.’
‘Why? I can’t see everything at the same time. I’d been looking in the other direction, and on the ground. We usually see that beautiful cat who walks with that nice man.’

‘Ah there they are.’
‘I wonder what they saw.’
‘You see I saw a dumpster, but that’s gone now, but I bet that cat enjoyed seeing that!’

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

7 November 2025

Art Project

Chris Hall54 Comments

Photo Prompt © Dale Rogerson

The two boys had been mooching.
‘Hold on.’ He stopped and pointed.
‘Oh, I see. Interesting.’
They looked at each other, then jumped over the hedge.

‘Ooh, a painting,’ as he peered at it.’
‘It’s a bit dreary.’
‘Here, there’s some sticky paints on the easel.’
‘We could jazz it up a bit.’

Both of them got to business.
‘This looks better. More colour.’
‘Shall I add an animal?’

Then a man appeared. ‘Oi! He strode toward them.
He was wearing a beret!
He glared.
He walked around.
And then he said: ‘Hmm, that’s actually better now, especially that kangaroo.’

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

31 October 2025