PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart Hand and Glove Holling and I met at university, in the Forestry Program’s biology lab. We teamed up as lab partners, then as more. “Darla, we’ve been together six months. I want you to meet my family.” Flying in a small private plane over dense forest towards the northernmost tip…
Category: fiction
#FF — Spoiled
PHOTO PROMPT © Lily Spoiled Although I’m sitting poolside at my villa, sipping Margarita, my soul feels like chipped, latex-coated lead: cheap, artificial, and toxic. The adage goes, how did I get to this place; but I know, know how, and who is to blame. When you’ve had enough trauma cast upon you as an…
#FF — Season One
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz Season One Snow crunches under Mara’s slippers. Her feet, beyond cold, numb, pain, exist as dead grey. Wooden matchsticks now, she totters until a loud snap. Falling… Waking… Soft mattress, machine breathing, smell of antiseptic, low hum of conversation… Where am I? She opens her eyes and sees a video…
dVerse Prosery Monday — Heard
Publication – is the Auction Of the Mind — Emily Dickinson, from Publication – is the Auction (788) Heard The first things she remembers are screams. Her own. And too much red. Twelve years later… Lilac wafts through window of the third-floor dormitory, waking Dahlia. It’s laundry day. Still an hour before dawn. She pads…
#FF — Why This Time?
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Why This Time? Why this time? Our best vacation ever; on the ocean. Fresh-caught, rosemary-grilled swordfish, with citrus Margaritas, and similar variations of, every dinner. Sweating, rolling in rose-scented sheets each midnight. Your eyes laser onto the hostess’ deep cleavage; the receding ass of our waitress after taking our orders;…
#FF — For Sally
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot For Sally Our family moved to the mountain after my sister, Sally, got gang-raped in the city. Daddy, being a jack-of-all-trades, got what they call a quick reputation with his apple jack. He traded Ol’ Pete one of Mama’s second-hand quilts for a truckload of corn. Sally and I toted…
#FF — HAL 2031
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook HAL 2031 “How can grass be so lush?” Rain and sunshine. “Why is frost on the spiderwebs?” Temps hovering around freezing. “Why are the plants dead?” Dried out and frostbitten. “Why is the sky so washed-out?” Cloud cover puts a wall between eyes and sun. “Why are there crosses all…
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