On Time – Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt!

Good Afternoon all, it is that time of the week where we all scramble to come up with a 100 piece of flash fiction to do with the photo prompt below. Huge thanks for all she does and congratulations to our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for the up coming release of her latest book ‘Please Say Kaddish For Me’.

PHOTO PROMPT - © Dee Lovering

PHOTO PROMPT – © Dee Lovering

On Time.

By Heidi Busbybrown.

Word Count: 98

Perched on the edge of a cold metal bench, Sasha scans the growing crowd in the square. Her pulse races as her fingers clench around the black case’s handles.

Carefully she slides her precious cargo under the bench.

Years of guarding it, for what?

“Is it all in there?”

Sasha flinched, “of course, I know how important it is Robert.”

“Now, now Sasha, calm down.”  He’s right behind her, his breath tickling her ear.

“Why now?”

“It is time.” His lips brush against her cheek, “stay safe Sasha.”

She blinks, and the black case and Robert are gone.

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This Zebra is taking on the 5k Race for Life, one snap, pop and crackle at a time !


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This Zebra is taking a long walk for cancer, what will you do?

Frozen Romance – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction, Photo Prompt !

I’ve had a very busy week, lot’s going on in the BB household. Hubby is preparing for a musical he’s in, Hairspray. The girls have had numerous hospital appointments which have had me going back and forth like a yo-yo. I’m behind on reading last weeks entries and replying to comments, I promise to catch up this week.  A huge thank you to our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and for Douglas M. MacIlroy for an amazing photo. The idea behind Friday Fictioneers is that  we are given a photo every Wednesday. From that photo we then have to come up with a Flash Fiction story in 100 words.

So here is my contribution for this week, I hope you enjoy it. 🙂

PHOTO PROMPT - © Douglas M. MacIlroy

PHOTO PROMPT – © Douglas M. MacIlroy

                                                                             Frozen Romance.

                                                  By Heidi BusbyBrown

                                                                              Word Count: 100

‘I love you Hannah.’

The ice shifts, creaking under our skates.

      ‘I…’  Screams slash through the frozen air.

Drew’s hand tightens round mine, his eyes wide as we plunge into the lake.

Murky water, surrounds us.

Cold, it’s so cold.

His grip lessens, I pull him towards me.

A dull light, splashing in the water.

I tug him, his eyes open panicked, bubbles flow from his nose and mouth.

Nearly there, so tired.

He’s wrenched from me and lifted through the ice.

Hands reach for me. Fingertips touch.

I’m sinking.

Floating away.

So dark, so quiet.

 ‘I love you too.’

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Little Firefly – Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt!

It’s that time of the week again and I will admit, that I am very addicted to the Friday Fictioneers. I had so many ideas when it came to this photo prompt I thought my head was going to explode all over my washing up. Eventually I settled down and came up with Little Firefly.

Huge thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for being amazing and giving us the opportunity to take part.  And thank you to  Roger Bultot for a very inspiring image.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Little Firefly.

By Heidi BusbyBrown.

Word count: 100

Fire engulfed the towering trees.

Her trees.

“You did this?”

The young boy cowered, his bottom lip trembling, a lighter clutched within his small fingers.

All around them life burned, by his hand.

“What are you?”

“Nothing… and yet everything.”

The boy frowned, “I’m sorry, the fire… it calls to me.” He coughed and spluttered.

The flames grew closer to him, reaching. Sweat trickled down the boy’s face mixing with his tears.

“You have a choice little firefly, die here… or come with me.”

“With you.”

She held the boy close, humming to herself as they disappeared into the flames.

Thank you for taking the time to read. I really hope you like my offering for this week. If you want to read more flash fiction from the Friday Fictioneers please click on the blue frog, you won’t be disappointed.


Off Track – Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt

Well, it’s that time of the week again where I have to use my brain to come up with a piece of flash fiction. Just 100 words long, using the photo below. A huge warm thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for setting some amazing challenges and thank you to © Jennifer Pendergast for a fantastic photo.


Copyright by Jennifer Pendergast

Off Track

By Heidi Busby Brown.

The steam train sped along the track, jolting her every step.


She turned to face him, ignoring the other passengers.

“No Simon, it’s over.”

“I say when it’s over.”

His finger twitched over the trigger.



She screamed.

Clutching her chest, she staggered backwards out of the carriage, shouts and cheers echoed around her.

“Wow Jane that was quite a performance. Two more carriages and we’re done. Where’s Mike?”

“He… shot me Bill.” She spluttered.

“I know, it’s in the script…”

She crumpled to the floor. A deep red bled through the fabric of her vintage 1920’s dress.

End Of Days – Friday Fictioneers Photo prompt.

Friday Fictioneers Photo prompt. Last week was my first forray into flash fiction and I have to say it was an amazing experience. So I’m back to have another go, the idea is to create a short story in 100 words to do with the photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for making this all possible and to Lauren Moscato for a fantastic photo.

Copyright by Lauren Moscato

End Of Days.

The world is dying.

Their last mission was to find me and my brother.

“Get moving Harper.”


We turn into a long dark corridor.

“It’s this way, I can feel it.” Little fingers clench my hand, I squeeze him back, “hold tight little man.”


The building shakes beneath our feet.

I see it, the portal shimmers and shifts unmoved by the chaos around us.


“It’s a dead end.”

With a flick of my wrist the door opens, I glance back and note their confusion.


Our last chance.

“Ready little man?”


We leap through.