Month: January 2016

No choice

imagePHOTO PROMPT © Jan W. Field


Ink spilled over the bureau. I rose hastily to save my gown, overturning the chair. The letter, nearly finished, was ruined. What if he came home right now? He usually didn’t, but what if? My heart was pounding. I used my handkerchief, it wasn’t enough, I called for Maria to come, to bring a bucket and a cloth. She came in a hurry, I wanted to help her, but I didn’t want to stain my gown.

Before I left the parlour I took a last look at the piano, I wouldn’t  miss anything else.





From a snowy/rainy Stockholm, here’s my story for this weeks Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.


img_2240PHOTOPROMPT © Melanie Greenwood

It didn’t show on the outside, at least she believed it didn’t. She had thought she would be able to handle it this time, but late last night as she layed in bed in fetal position, sweaty with galloping heart, she had given in to the fact. It was going to be a sleepless night. Why hadn’t she asked her right away? Due to embarrassment that she hadn’t taking care of it herself since last time.

Ava looked closely at her.

“Need a tranquilizer before we go?”







I wish you all a Happy 2016!





Copyright Jean L. Hays

Peeping through the glass I saw them. They were just sitting there like I didn’t matter. But it mattered to me. It should matter to them too if they had any decency. She leaned forward and stroked his cheek, was he crying? Then they saw me, he gasped, she got up from the chair and took the few steps towards the window, towards me. Without a word she slammed the window in my face.

What had I done?