Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneer is here again! We follow our fearless leader Rochelle into the bright world of flash fiction once more. Make sure you check out all of the other stories inspired by this weeks photo prompt HERE

  Andrea stopped to wipe the sweat off her forehead. The sun was brutally hot in the sky above. Andrea looped the reins over the horn before reaching for her canteen.  The blue sky painted a bright background for the old water tower slowly decaying in the next field.

Georgie, her brown quarterhorse, shifted, snorting. Andrea, lost in her dreams of picking the perfect color out of her box, realized that she’d been painting in  her head for 15 minutes. Pa was going to have her head. Quickly she whirled Georgie and started checking the fence line at a smart trot.



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12 responses to “Friday Fictioneers

  1. You describe a lovely vivid scene, Samantha. I love the way you have her daydreaming about how she would actually paint it.


  2. Loved the daydream and how reality invaded and she started doing what she should have been doing all along.


  3. Love ‘she’d been painting in her head’ – says so much about the character and her conflict between what she has to do and what she wants to do. Great job!


  4. micklively

    A cowgirl out on the range has to be a feminist image. Well done.


  5. I like how realistic her daydream is, down to the chosing of the colours she’ll use. Poor horse, though, patiently waiting in the sun. Great story.


  6. Dear Samantha,

    Daydreaming is part of the writing process. It took me years to tap into that reality. 😉 Nicely written piece.




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