The Hemingway Day. Revert.

I expect that for many of you this is a very happy Friday as the sun is finally shining on the UK. For me this Friday is happy because it means I can escape my office, which sits in the rafters of my home and unfortunately has no windows… So from a very hot and bothered writer, here’s the Hemingway Day, and six words of flash fiction.

Revert.

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One less candle than last year.

Thank you once again to the Daily Post for continually inspiring my photo snapping.

The Hemingway Day. Echo.

Just six words of fiction and we can all say howdy-do to the weekend…

Echo.

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Her whispers filled the sea air.

Thanks to the Daily Post for the photo prompt, this was taken whilst on a little jaunt across the southern English coast. 

Choke.

A four day week is an affair of proportions so glorious that it means Friday has come without my usual straggling spirit and dwindling dynamism. And so it is with my seldom felt Friday fizz that I bring you The Hemingway Day, and six words that together make a very jolly piece of flash fiction. What a difference a day makes.

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 Choke.

His veins strained as she squirmed.

Thanks to The Daily Post for the prompt, ‘Afloat’, which prompted me, for some reason, to think about suffocation, and the floating of blood amidst veins. Don’t judge me, I’m really a rather happy soul.

Crack.

Thank goodness for that little moment on a Friday afternoon when you realise there are two days of bliss ahead. Here’s a few seconds of literary escapism in celebration…

The Hemingway Day. Crack.

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The cracks echoed, fracturing. He froze.

 

Thank you to The Daily Post for the photo prompt

Stranger.

Today’s The Hemingway Day, telling tales of deceptive appearances…

Stranger.

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The pupils peering back weren’t hers.

Thanks to the Daily Post for the photo prompt.

The End of the Line.

The Hemingway Day… Aiming to deliver a few seconds of literary escapism as work begins to take its toll for yet another year.

The End of the Line.

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He was ready. Just three steps.

Thanks to the Daily Post for the photo prompt.

He’s Alive.

It’s a very merry Christmas from me and my festive happy house guest, and the last of this year’s The Hemingway Day flash fiction…

He’s alive.

 

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Their bodies recoiled, their eyes bulging.

 

Thanks to the Daily Post for the photo prompt “yellow”, which in my view, is just gold with less regal dripping.

Alone.

The Hemingway Day with five seconds of Friday fiction…

Alone.

Amidst unfamiliar pandemonium, she remembered loneliness.

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Thanks to the Daily Post for the photo prompt, ‘Twinkle‘.

The Hemingway Day. Soul.

After my latest barrage of photos and words I decided it was necessary to give your inboxes a break, but I am back today with my old Flash Fiction Friday feature wrapped up in some brand new packaging… 

It was F Scott Fitzgerald that dared to tell the great Hemingway that he couldn’t write a story in six words. Hemingway delivered a literary KO with “For sale, baby shoes: Never worn.”. 

The Hemingway Day: Inspired by Ernest.

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Soul.

Her shadow still stood there, lingering.

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The Great.

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Day Five of photography101 and the theme is solitude.

The Great.

From here, the world was silent.