Thank you to everyone for joining in this week (28/07/17), and reading / liking / commenting on each other’s stories. You don’t have to be a Friday Fictioneer to read/like/comment on the stories on offer so please don’t be shy, there is a mix of styles and storylines all inspired by the same photo. This week provided by © J Hardy Carroll.
Thanks, as ever, to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers.
The following one hundred word flash fiction is my first story based around this week’s photo prompt. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed reading yours.
Kelvin M. Knight
Peter’s guts tangled with the cord. The way telephones killed conversations he found unacceptable. Being put on hold was worse than talking to a computer operator. And as for call centres…
It was Nan’s fault for calling nonstop during his childhood to check if Mum had called her. It was Mum’s fault for inserting a finger lock in the dial. It was his father’s fault for punishing him that one time he reversed the charges.
As Peter reached for the handset, these emotional triggers buzzed. Headset on, his mentor smiled and mouthed, Go on…
‘Hello, Samaritans, how may I help?’