Posted by: Author | April 16, 2018

Tuesday Tales – April 17, 2018- Picture Prompt

This week, I have been in edits and also a final read through on my upcoming release so I wasn’t really working on new material. It’s a picture prompt week where we’re limited to 300 words so I whipped up an exactly 300 word piece of flash fiction for the picture I liked. The picture made me happy and so I wanted to use it. Hope you like my little story.

Check out the other writers’ work here. See what picture they chose.

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Marcia strolled past the old, beat up hutch. It looked as if it was handmade, but what attracted her to the item wasn’t the piece of furniture itself. It was the red teapot and polka dot cups.

Her heart made an odd flutter. How had these gotten to the antique store and on display at the sidewalk sale?

She couldn’t help herself, she was drawn to the cups as if they were a life preserver and she was over her head in the sea. Time slowed as she reached out.

When her hand touched the smooth edge of the cup, she was transported to that kitchen table. The last day they were together. Tears burned her eyes. This was impossible. Just when she thought she was over the heartbreak, she walked by the cups that always made her happy. Until they didn’t.

Realizing she was clutching the cup so tightly that it could break, Marcia gently placed it back on the scarred wood shelf. Wiping the errant tear that slid down her face, she turned away.

“May I assist you, ma’am?” a young man asked.

“No. I was admiring these. I used to have a set myself.”

“Sure you don’t want to buy those to replace yours?”

“No. I actually left them behind when I moved. On purpose.”

“That’s odd. The man who brought them in said he had to let them go as they made him sad. He’d lost his love over a stupid fight and she left them. He said they’d bought them together on a seaside trip.”

Marcia gasped. They were her cups. Had to be.

“He’s still here. Want me to get him?”

She couldn’t respond.

In a moment, her former love came around the corner.

“Niall?”

“Yes, love. It’s me. I’ve found at last you.”

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Responses

  1. Loved it. Well done. A complete story in 300 words. I’m totally impressed.

    • Thanks Susanne. Glad you loved it. That pic just spoke to me. 😁

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  2. Amazing! Yes, as Susanne says, a complete story in 300 words. And you gave me chills!! I love it.

    • Thanks Jean. I had to pare it down again and again as it was hard to do just 300. Glad you loved it and it gave you chills. I just had to use the pic. 😁

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  3. Wow, I love how you say you just whipped that up. Love the story!

    • Thanks, Flossie. It was about 40 mins work- most of that was paring it down to exactly 300 words. LOL

  4. Oh! That was so incredible. I went from almost tears to total joy in 300 words. Great job!

    • Aww thanks, Tricia. That means a lot!

  5. What a great job you did on that! Well done.

    • Thanks Vicki! 🙂

  6. Alright, who cut an onion in here??

    • Aww. Thanks!! 🙂

  7. Loved, loved, loved it! A perfect short (short) story for this picture. Great job!

    • Awww thanks TrishaFaye! Glad you liked it so much! ❤


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