Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
This week’s prompt is provided by J Hardy Carroll, and made me think of moving house. I sometimes try to remember how many homes I have had in my life.
The last time I counted I lost track around thirty, when I realised I had forgotten a whole country from many years ago.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on this picture, below.
Click here to hear the writer read his words:
I have been in this apartment almost four years.
And I am moving, again.
It is strange to put your life into boxes.
Some stuff is still boxed from last time.
Clothes lie untouched in a suitcase.
Will I need them again?
Only if I return to those northern climes that I now find intimidating.
I have rented for the past dozen years.
And had seven different homes.
I own no TV, no furniture, no white goods.
No material possessions.
Except for some pieces of art, gifts from friends and former lovers.
They are my memories.
Everything else is irrelevant.