Break Ups

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The Runaway ~ Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers prompt for 19 February 2014.

What is Friday Fictioneers? Rochelle presents a challenge to write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end, based upon a picture that she provides on her blog.

Here is today’s picture prompt (below).

The Runaway

Word Count: 100

Genre: Fiction (mostly!)

Rochelle's Prompt Photo 19 Feb 2014

Liz heard the bell begin to chime. Its canned notes sounded like a funeral dirge from her perch at the top bench of the bleachers.The butterflies in her stomach started their barrel-roll manoeuvers. Their presence elicited a sigh that was both anticipation and resignation. Stubbing her cigarette in a knothole oft used for that purpose, she grabbed her knapsack, and pinned a note to the spot beside her, “Dear Martin, …”, with last night’s graduation dance corsage pin. One last look at her highschool; she shouldered her pack and headed in the direction of the bus station and freedom.

~ kei
19 February 2014

**Constructive criticism welcome. If it’s constructive… and nice. I like nice ;-)**

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Gallery Opening ~ Friday Fictioneers

I thought I would try my hand at a Friday Fictioneer prompt. Inspired by rochellewisofffields.

Rochelle presents a challenge to write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end, based upon a picture that she provides on her blog.

Here is today’s picture prompt (below).

Gallery Opening

Word Count: 103

Genre: Fiction

janet-webbs-sangria

Liz felt like an imposter in the pretentious downtown Toronto gallery but these places were a hazard of dating Diego. Agents and critics adored him; fans and sycophants flocked to his shows. Unable to compete with his ego, she planned to end this gracefully, after tonight’s opening soirée. She had just set her glass of sangria on the painfully trendy brick bar; when it was shattered by a flying rock, turning the painting behind it, “Diego’s Blonde” to a vampiric redhead. The subject of the work; looking crazed and dishevelled, shouted “Sold!” from the doorway; turned on her heel and left the gallery.

**Constructive criticism welcome but please be gentle, this is my first time**