Grief – Tannille

Flash Fiction: Sands of Life

The old man sat on the beach. Waves caressed his feet as he reflected on his mortality. The sands in

TANNILLE: Why is everything I write crap? So flat, colourless. MUSE: You place too many restrictions on me. No more

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here. “As cute

PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers I use to be grand once. Shiny and reflective. Played for people on

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for her Friday Fictioneers Please note: 100% Fiction! Mum liked the fake roses. Then again,

Ice covered the bench just as it tombed Sarah’s heart. As the seasons changed her husband suffered an agonising death.