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Another Friday, another story as part of the Friday Fictioneers experience. To learn more about how it works visit Madison Woods blog. Here is this week’s photo prompt (copyright Lora Mitchell) and below is my flash fiction story inspired by the photo. To see the other stories on this week’s prompt, click on the blue critter and you’ll be taken to the menu of choices.



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Party’s Over

“I saw you, Ella! Your foot moved, you’re out. She is, isn’t she Mrs Durrant? Jenny’s the winner.” The breathless voice dropped into the sudden silence from the sidelines.

“Quite right, Rachel.” Mrs Durrant reached for the shiny green parcel which was the prize for Musical Statues.

Jenny’s triumphant smile froze as Mrs Durrant handed the parcel to a bewildered Ella.

“But I won. That’s not fair.”

“No darling, you can’t have the prize when it’s your own party.” Mrs Durrant – Mummy – looked at her sternly.

Life would never seem quite fair to Jenny, from that day on.

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Comments on: "Friday Fictioneers – Party’s Over" (19)

  1. How did Jenny get her arms in that position? Ouch! Kind of a tough lesson for Jenny….and a good story from Anne. πŸ˜‰

  2. Poor Jenny. Life isn’t fair, sometimes, is it?
    great story line.

  3. Well done Anne. Sounds like a personal story. A deeply ingrained lesson from your childhood perhaps? Maybe schools could incorporate the odd “life’s not fair” lesson? πŸ™‚ Don’t forget the question mark after Mrs Durrant in the first line.

    • A personal story, but my little sister not me. I think sometimes schools are very unfair, so perhaps they should try to explain to the kids that though they try they won’t always manage to be fair to all the kids. Will pop a question mark in as you are quite right, Dude.

  4. when my daughter was about 4, i went with her to many birthday parties. there were several games they played that were all physical, like musical chairs, but my kids was not a very aggressive girl. the experience caused her to become even more introverted than she was before. nobody’s fault i guess, just the way we all react to different things.

    • Hi Rich, some kids are definitely built more sensitive than others. I still have to sympathise with my youngest son about the appaling behaviour of others in his class and he is 10. He can’t get his head round how they can be so mean. But overall I think he will do better in life and relationships than the insensitive ones, if he can learn not to take it all personally. Thanks for stopping by and sharing πŸ™‚

  5. Funny how those little inequities from our past stick with us and influence us. Creative and effective use of the photo. Ron

    • Hi Ron, thanks for stopping by. You only have to attend a ‘personal growth’ seminar to hear people digging out these unknown influences from childhood. I’m sure I still have plenty of my own left buried!

  6. Agree with Ron, maybe if she had known ahead of time.

    • Hi Bill, yes mummy could have made it better by explaining beforehand, couldn’t she? But sometimes mummies organising parties are busy and not perfect πŸ˜‰ Thanks for stopping by

  7. Oh the harsh reality of life and its unwritten rules….

  8. At first, I thought this was a game in a school setting and Mrs. Durrant was the teacher, then realized it was a home party and Mrs. Durrant was mummy. Too bad the lesson had to be taught in such a cruel way. Mummy should be spanked.

  9. At least she’s not old enough to experience the teenage trauma of Leslie Gore’s “It’s My Party”. Good story.

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