These Boots Are Made For Walkin’


100 words for Friday Fictioneers
Photoprompt © Adam Ickes

I’m just a girl who can’t say no. So my dream lover had me at hello. What’s love got to do with it, you may ask. Well, listen, do you want to know a secret? Love’s a many splendoured thing. And a must to avoid.  But I slipped, I stumbled, I fell. I thought he was my guy until Sally told me he was under the bridge with the other woman. I don’t look back in anger though.  While I did have to become the funny girl when he told me these boots are made for walkin’, I will survive.


From Hand to Hand

copyright Douglas M MacIlroy

100 words for Friday Fictioneers
Photoprompt © Douglas M MacIlroy

I watch you pass the ball from hand to hand, adrenaline spilling from your adorable edges in your excitement at getting on the team. You call it a battle you must win.

In that moment you are gone.

You message me when you land. And once more. Now nothing for three days. All I have left is the knife-blade of scent on your faded old fleece. How I wish I were a hundred years ago, soothed by you beside me on something you touched and folded and kissed. Strange. These days we call that kind of thing a hard copy.

Slow Train


100 words for Friday Fictioneers
Photoprompt © Dawn M Miller

A handful of hearts and the time of our lives
There’s something so wasted about it
The high in the sky where you promised we’d fly
and I had no reason to doubt it
But there’s a way and will to waste precious time
You win or you lose and to you that’s just fine
but no matter how many tears you deny,
a promise that’s broken is just a lie
And you made love a tear stain
You made love a closed lane
and you made a love a slow train
that leaves
and won't come back again

Look! Dorothy’s On TV

Dorothy on TV

100 words for Friday Fictioneers
Photoprompt © Nick Allen

I’m supposed to pick one from three hidden behind a screen. Based entirely on their replies to my questions and whatever crumb of a hint the host drops.
Number 1 stammers that his s-s-s-star sign’s Leo then they say he’s run clean away.
Number 2 has a squeaky voice, like he’s a tin can that needs oiling.
Number 3 says he’s known round here for being a right scruff bag.
“Ah,” says the host. “It’s a no brainer.”
I’d rather stay on the shelf. Honestly, the more men I meet, the more I love my dog.

C’mon Toto! We’re going back to Kansas.

He’s Wandering Lonely As A Cloud This Week


Willy from Windmere

100 words for Friday Fictioneers
Photograph ©Dale Rogerson

The good news is I am still avoiding the Grim Reaper
As I write I am comfortably caffeined in a Parisian coffee house
while GR has taken the train to the Lake District

He really does make work for himself,
still searching for me in a zillion wrong places
He hangs around a lot of mountains. This week’s is Skiddaw

He may well wish I’d been born in a different era
when Willy from Cockermouth was wandering about, overtalking his sister
Willy never said a single word where two hundred would do

That could have successfully bored me to death


Fit For A Prince


100 words for Friday Fictioneers
Photoprompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The Princess insisted Daddy would love to spend his seventieth doing jaegerbombs and posting selfies. His nephews argued for an E-Type Jag. An equerry pointed out the Prince already had three.

The Prince’s brothers suggested the usual: cognac and a porn movie.

The Queen rejected everything.

The family were dressed and driven to view her chosen gift.

“Your new permanent residence, son,” she said. “Grade 1 Listed. No renovation. By Royal Proclamation. Hope it’s not too modern for you.”

“Just what I wanted, Mummy,” lied the Prince, eyeballing her crown.

“Aren’t we just under a bridge though?” said the Princess.

Last Day For The Retreat Guide


Last Day For The Retreat Guide
100 words for Friday Fictioneers
Photoprompt © J S Brand

We’ve almost finished our tour and there’s gallons more thistleberry cordial. Please do have another.

So this is the Mindlessness Garden, where our installation’s single dense eye signifies waste in plain sight. Chef chose to add it because guests can be very careless with their garnishes. FYI, Chef never knowingly poisoned anybody.

Ah, you noticed the accessories. Our Head Housekeeper added those. She says dirty guests who leave debris and worse in and under the beds get tidier once she produces that funny little axe of hers. FYI, she was cleared of all charges.

Enjoy your lunch. Sleep well tonight.