I wrote this to aldersprig's prompt "Something off of that facilitator story?" and so it follows on from Hook, Line And Sinker. It came out at 747 words, but I was already writing it.

The advertisement was quite modest.  It read:

To Whom It May Concern,

It has come to the attention of the undersigned that a person or persons purporting to represent ( Read more... )

I wrote this to aldersprig's third prompt.

The family of Fingate Farm were having a meeting, all of them seated around their communal table.  The oldest generation were Ester and Olrin, the only surviving members of their marriage.  Technically Ester was the farm’s sole owner these days but as they weren’t considering the sale of land, that wasn’t an issue.  ( Read more... )

I wrote this to kelkyag's first sentence. It went overlength.

“No.”

“But Mauve, you said you knew her, that you went to school with her.”  Nec, whose parents had named him Thomas, looked confusedly at one girlfriend, with one an arm around the other, Yseult.

“I told all of you that I didn’t like her,” retorted Maeve.  The nickname was beginning to annoy her ( Read more... )

This follows on from Found.

“Teachers aren’t always right,” protested Clare to her spouses arrayed around the table, “And it’s not as if she had a plan, she was always a dreamer.”

“As I’ve always understood it,” Dale was seated directly to her left, “One of the advantages of the Leverage Examination is that unexpected opportunities can be offered ( Read more... )

This follows on from Missing.

It was Gwellen and her son-in-law Bartlett who found the woman Gwellen’s niece Saffron had seen.  The possibility of finding out what had happened to her missing marriage daughter after almost a quarter of a decade had brought both her marriage group and the marriage group of two of their other daughters to the State ( Read more... )

This carries on from Unwanted.

“We didn’t treat your aunt well,” Bartlett told his daughter Taren, “We were too caught up in ourselves to spare a thought for her.  That’s why we support your marriage plans and those of your sisters - we don’t want any of you to wind up in our position or hers.”

“But why is Grandma Clare so het up about it?”  Taren ( Read more... )

The marriage wasn’t working.  Well, it wasn’t working for her - there were three locked bedroom doors that she wasn’t allowed to pass and behind them her spouses cavorted, communed, slept or did whatever else they did without her.

To be fair they hadn’t wanted to be married to her any more than she’d wanted to be married to them but they were ( Read more... )