Sarah Potter Writes

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Friday Fictioneers — Boom!

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Jack and Tina’s parents argued constantly about anything and everything. Tina hid in corners and quivered. Jack found different ways to blank the sound and escape to make-believe worlds.

Today he dived amidst corals and schools of neon fish, searching for shipwrecks filled with treasure and pirate bones, so he could buy a peaceful island in the sun and escape there with his sister.

Tomorrow night, when Tina went to her friend’s place for a sleepover, he’d don a tin helmet and ear defenders, lay dynamite under the house, and pretend he was a demolition expert just like his father.

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Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
Photo prompt: image (c) Douglas M. MacIlroy

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26 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers — Boom!

  1. A world of imagination but a poisoned paradise

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  2. Very ominous, Sarah. 😕

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  3. Dear Sarah,

    True story. I believe my parents’ constant quarreling forged my future as a writer. Who knows where Jack might channel his imagination. I wonder how Tina deals with it. Good job.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  4. Yes, imagination can help you escape. That’s why I write. Not that I had that kind of upsetting childhood, but there were other things. Thank you for this.

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  5. Imaginative but thoughtful boy 🙂

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  6. Poor kids – at least they have each other.

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  7. Let’s hope he just dreams about blowing up the place and doesn’t actually do it… he could end up blowing himself up instead!
    Well done, Madame!

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  8. I hope that dreams do come true on the diving part rather than the demolition part.

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  9. That’s imagination for you. We never know what our children are thinking, do we? I know my parents never did, and would have been horrified if they’d known what I thought about their relationship, and how scarring my experiences were.

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    • I learned early not to have a diary and leave it unlocked. The less said about that experience, the better! Poor you, Sandra. It’s so hard to trust anybody once you’re scarred, and there’s this constant pull to look back over your shoulder at the past and keep re-examining it — a sort of polluted black cloud that keeps following you and refuses to disperse.

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  10. Whoops. That is going to be hard to explain. I’m curious whether he is just pretending to be like his Dad or if he understands what will happen.

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  11. Love the response to the picture Sarah, it really looks exactly as you describe! And that cheeky little hint of what might happen at the end….

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    • Thank you, Andrea 🙂 Hints are so much more fun than cut and dried endings in short stories. I think that it doesn’t work so well in novels, unless there’s a sequel, as it can leave readers frustrated after they’ve invested so much time in the book.

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