photo by Juan Ordonez via Unsplash
I only went to the party because I was bored out of my skull, and that’s why I talked to
the peculiar guy who was leaning against the wall, too.
I told him to go ahead when he told me he did magic tricks and would I want to see one, expecting him to maybe produce a flower from behind my ear – it took me a moment to realise he’d begun to float.
Now I come to see him every day, trying to figure out how he does it – I keep failing but hey, I haven’t been bored in weeks.
Welcome to Week 123 of
Three Line Tales.
photo by Marc-Olivier Jodoin via Unsplash
You’ll find full guidelines on the
TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:
Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
Tag your post with
3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader). Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
‘Sure, I’ll hand over my most precious invention without asking any questions. As long as you help me with an unpleasant chore I’ve to tackle today.’
The way he says it, Gwen knows he’s going to be cruel.
‘Deal. Let’s tackle it.’
He leads her into the storage room.
‘See those cobwebs? They need to go. Here’s a broom.’
Despite the murky light, she sees the spiders – big ones with hairy bodies. The ones she used to be afraid of.
Five minutes later, she returns to the workshop, carrying a box of spiders she’ll set free.
‘Your turn, darling brother.’
Story 28 of 31 for
Story A Day May. Find all episodes of the Saturday Serial here.
(c) Sonya 2009
Befriending Amy has become easier since they’ve started running by the canal.
‘Things keep getting crazier. Funding cuts, homegrown terrorists, …’
Amy pauses. Gwen has an idea what’s next. For someone who’s
fearless, she feels unexpectedly tense.
‘And now we have a vigilante. Heard about her?’
Is it a trick question?
‘How do you know she’s a woman?’
‘Something a low-lives she stopped said.’
‘Is she a big problem?’
‘She’s helping, actually. Don’t tell anyone I said that. The official line is to condemn her actions.’
Gwen smiles. It’s too early yet, but when the time comes, Amy’ll pick her side.
Click here for all previous instalments of the Saturday Serial.
They click from the get-go. He says all the right things, he’s good-looking. It’s logical to see if their online chemistry translates.
photo by Désirée Fawn
‘Careful with the mousse.’
His voice has gone squeaky. She should tell him she’ll say yes.
‘You have such a charmed life,’ her sister says at their silver wedding anniversary.
Their first serious argument comes over where to retire to: Spain or France. Both stand their ground until he admits France is better.
At his funeral,
a shrivelled man with hair standing up in hornlike tufts gives her a cheery wave. Her charmed life comes at a price.
Writing a story in
snapshots when you only have one hundred words to play with – challenging. Did I pull it off?
I love this week’s FFfAW photo prompt, (c) Uday
This is the place, I know it in my bones. Neither peeling paint nor closed blinds slow me down. I push against the heavy wooden door; it opens without resistance or creaking.
Dancing dust motes light up in the sunshine the closing door allows in. There’s a whiff of ancient egg with base notes of mothball. A shrivelled man, hair standing up in hornlike tufts, smiles at me.
‘Um, I need …’
‘A photo which captures your soul while making you look as if you should have been a film star, yes. Take a seat and sign here while I prepare.’
photo from Public Domain Archive for FFfPP week #8
She caresses the battered book; I can practically see her thoughts forming. We’re seconds away from yet another eBooks make poor substitutes for real books argument when she freezes. Her squeal is followed by delighted hand-clapping. Meanwhile, I get shivers down my spine.
‘You won’t find hidden messages in an eBook, will you? Oh, yellow, curled parchment tucked into the lining – promising.’
‘What if it’s a hex?’ I’m trying to sound like I’m making a joke. The hairs on the back of my neck stand and I want to run.
‘Leave it alone. We’d better leave.’
But she isn’t listening…
(c) TJ Paris
Crossing the isthmus between Grandisle and Wildisle is safe only during low tide; even then, one rogue wave will sweep the intrepid crosser into the sea. It’s winter – aka rogue wave season.
Violette, only daughter of one of Grandisle’s grandest families, shouldn’t be here.
’We gotta stop this, babe. It’s gonna kill me if you die crossing over.’
‘Ringo, darling. It would kill me if I had to spent the nights locked up in my cage.’
‘I’m serious, Vee,’ he says, voice cracking.
She kisses him.
‘So am I. I will keep risking it, if you meet me or not.’
Oh my, talk about going off-piste – I could explain how I got from
this week’s FFfAW photo prompt to this, but I don’t want to keep you that long. I’d suggest you read more stories instead.
photo by Negative Space
‘Gwen, darling. Is everything okay?’
What Gwen needs is foundation strong enough to cover bruises. What she doesn’t need is a boss nosing around in her private affairs.
‘I’m fine, Cas.’
She puts her coffee on her desk, turns on the computer and sits down. Cassandra keeps watching.
‘You can tell me, you know. I had an abusive boyfriend once.’
‘I don’t have a boyfriend.’
Cassandra sighs. She’s bored. She loves nothing more than a vicarious drama. It’s the reason she runs this business, to experience other people’s struggles second hand.
Gwen may also need a new job.
(You’ll find all instalments at the bottom of the
It seems I’ve accidentally
started a new serial without having it planned out – it might get interesting.
photo by skeeze
‘I don’t think that’s a good idea, love. Even the smallest bloke who trains here is twice your size.’
‘Look, I’m trying to let you off the hook. Girl like you has no business here.’
‘Don’t I? Don’t pay attention to the suit and the heels – I’m tougher than I look. You should see my scars.’
‘Only woman I’ve allowed in made me seem small. You won’t last a minute.’
‘Again, don’t let the business casual fool you.’
‘Why? How about you join boxercise at the gym around the corner?’
‘I don’t need fitness.
I need real survival skills.’
(You’ll find all instalments at the bottom of the