Tom walked down the drab street. He’d always been curious about the solid brick wall here. A link back to this area’s more affluent past? Yet, he’d never noticed before halfway along the wall was a bright white brick. How strange! He glanced around to check no-one was about and then gave the white brick a prod, then jumped back. It had felt like it had moved, no not moved, vibrated below his hand. What the?.. He pushed again and one-by-one the bricks moved to reveal a perfect doorway, through which he could see manicured gardens.


“Welcome, Tom!”

Portal – WDYS 158 – Image credit_Mick Haupt @ Unsplash

Originally written in response to:

Sadje’s What Do You See – #158


A Woodland Walk – Flash Fiction

She watched the young couple walk through the woods. She could feel their new love tingle in the air like static, fresh and exciting. She followed them, unseen, unheard, as always. Finally, they stopped.

“This is the place.” He stepped back and swept his arms widely to indicate the trees in the forest.

“What?” she asked, confused.

“This is where I shall build our future home. The builders start tomorrow.”

The wood nymph felt her fury rise, and when the lightning struck the woodland, she felt only sorrow for the plants and trees, but she would heal those later.

Couple in the Forest – Image credit; Shahzin Shajid @ Unsplash

For the visually challenged reader, this image shows the scene of a forest. One can see a couple walking in the distance through the hazy fog.

Originally written in response to:

Sadje’s What Do You See – #155

Much Love.


Packing – Flash Fiction

Ally stood in the workshop and stared at the racks of tools and equipment. She’d managed to pack the bedroom, even when she cuddled into his beloved checked shirts. She’d sorted the kitchen cupboard, even when she came across his favourite mug. Even the bathroom, when she’d caught the scent of his favourite aftershave. But the workshop was different. It was truly his space. She let the tears flow freely as she lifted the first cardboard box. The workshop was the chink in her armour and once the hole was established, her grief poured endlessly. God, she missed him.

Workshop – What do you see # 154 – Keep it alive

Originally written in response to:

Sadje’s What Do You See – #154

Much Love.


The One and Only

The ladies were watching him and he knew it. They watched him a lot.

His golden hair billowed in the breeze; he gave his head a slight toss. Give them a little something, he smirked to himself.

A yawn and a stretch, posterior raised in the air, let them admire, but don’t appear too keen.

Being the only male, there was no competition. Life was good.

The females stood one by one, turning away from him.

Wait, what was happening?

Where were they going?

In the distance, he heard a mighty roar. Well, it was good whilst it lasted.

WDYS Prompt – Lion Image by Arleen Wiese

99 Word Story

Originally written in response to Sadje’s What do you see prompt #153

Competing with Beauty

“Dave. Dave! Come over here and look at this!”

“Will you be quiet you great oath?”

“Come over and see this cool thing, those humans left on the fence, maybe we can eat it.”

“Will you be quiet, I’m trying to stand still.”


“So that it captures my best side, that’s a camera.”

“Ohhhh, well you’re out of luck.”

“What? Why”

“Cause beauty is over there behind you lucking fab-u-lous. Ain’t no-one looking at you whilst she’s around.”

“Oh for crying out loud. Right lets leave, we’ll come back later.”

What do you see 149 – Ponies

For the visually challenged reader, this image shows three ponies standing in a hilly pasture. Two brown ones are standing close together and a black pony is standing at a distance, alone.

Haha – hope you enjoyed this little romp through the fields. Originally written for Sadje’s what do you see challenge – 149. KL ❤

Finding The Way

Ella had been lost for days.

Why had she made this deal with the devil?

But she knew she would take the deal again in a heartbeat. She would do anything for her family.

Yet, this never-ending maze was torturous. Exhausted, she dropped to her knees and let out a sob, which quickly turned into a desperate prayer.

Silence followed, then slowly her determination returned.

Getting to her feet, she navigated through the trees once more, arriving at a well-worn path.

Up ahead she saw an iron gate with the words “the way” written on it.

“Thanks”, she whispered.

The Way Gates – Image Credit – Keith Hardy

For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a wrought iron gate with the words “the way” written on itThere’s a path beyond the closed gate leading into a tree-lined lane

This 99-word story was written in response to Sadje’s WDYS #137 challenge.

The Road to Happiness

The road to the harbour was long and winding.

The old horse neighed, wearily.

I had to make it to the market on time.

Haggle with the headstrong marketers who ran the place.

Bring something back to provide for my family for the month.

Our budget was small and our needs great.

But the market was our best bet.

I yawned with the exhaustion of the early start, yearning for the break in the trees that signified the harbour would soon be in sight. Still, it would be worth it.

I would do anything for a happy, healthy family.

Winding Road – WDYS 135 by Keep it alive

Deb, over at Nope, Not Pam, has this weekly challenge called A Letter a Week. The only rule is that you use the letter of the week … anyway you want. She also supports the prompt with a place, an emotion, an adjective, a verb, and an animal all starting with the same letter, should you wish to use them. Then she asks us to write a post with the letter she has given us, which this week is the letter H. I have combined Deb’s post with Sadje’s WDYS Prompt – #135, using the image above to inspire the tale.

Gaining Control

He walked from the room, and she grabbed the closest thing to hand, throwing it at the door. He had not even glanced back as he walked away. The glass shattering forced her into action, she moved across the room and begin picking up the fragile pieces. Only one ragged piece remained large enough to see her glazed expression. The reflection taunted her, ganging up on her with the persistent voice that was in her head. Had she been good enough?

Gaaaaaahhh! She screamed aloud to no one. Actually, the scream felt great. She felt she was gaining control.  Time to re-evaluate her taste in guys, this was the last one that would take her for granted!

Originally written in Response to

Sadje’s – WDYS – 134

WDYS 134 – Reflection

Nopenotpam – letter a week – G

  • Grabbed, Glanced, Glass, Glazed, ganging, good, Gaaaaahh, great, gaining, guys, granted.