Friday Fictioneers: A sugar cane with a red and white twist

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


‘I’ve told you before, only one lamp. We don’t have oil for two,’ says Mumma.

Her eyes are puffy from sewing, hands blotched purple and red because her blood doesn’t move right, so Nana Gert says.

I turn down the wick, blow out the flame, sniff the smoke until it’s gone. I want to ask when Dadda will be home with warm pelts, dried meat, fresh flour and a sugar cane with a red and white twist.

Instead I listen to the wind tugging the door, feel the warm air stolen from my face.


Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. See the photo and write a story to to match see here to join in and to read the other tales.

44 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: A sugar cane with a red and white twist

    1. Thanks so much Chris. I think writing a lot of flash has helped – you have to edit a lot and pick the exact words when you only have 100 in which to tell a tale. Good fun though. Thanks so much for reading 🙂


    1. Thanks Gabi. Glad I evoked a chill. I imagine a lonely, isolated, cold existence for them. I hope their stores hold out until Dadda gets back. Thanks for reading 🙂


  1. I agree with all the comments. This is a strong and moving story with some exceptional lines. My favorite was ‘ feel the warm air stolen from my face’

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    1. Thank you so much for the lovely comment. Yes, I rejigged that line a few times until it felt as right as I could get it. I wonder if Dad will make it back in time though. Thanks for reading 🙂

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  2. Sounds like a harsh story, or more that the characters have a harsh life at this point in history. The sound like settlers of some kind, surviving just barely and not able to help the Mom who has health issues. Great write!

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    1. Thank you so much. Yes, hard times for all. Thinking of that kind of life always makes me grateful for being given a different one. Thanks so much for reading


    1. Thank you! Love to throw in a bit of historical fiction and I’m always drawn to the ordinary people, rarely the rich and privileged. Thank you very much – you’re very kind 🙂


  3. Terrific atmosphere and characters. Their struggle and the despair just under the surface contrast so well with the narrator’s childish optimism, and the image of warmth being stolen is a powerful conclusion.

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    1. Thank you so much Margarte for your thoughtful comment. Sometimes it’s better to be a child through these times – my father in law grew up in Coventry during War II (a very heavily bombed city). He played on bombsites, collected shrapnel, had a fantastic time. I’m sure his parents found it much tougher.

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