#FF — Timeless

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Merle’s now-silver, but still-wavy hair shines like a beacon from a block away. He’s sitting at their bench, the one they met at each afternoon after classes. The campus has changed so much, but the iron bench remains, the same deep blue the sky has on a clear day. Marie…

#FF — birthday celebration

PHOTO PROMPT © Alicia Jamtaas Only a keen eye notices the garlic; if they do, they know I am a gardener and think nothing of it. Six summers ago, neighborhood pets start disappearing. By August, it is children. In December, l lay the trap, and on New Year’s Eve, it takes the bait. Its silver…

#FF — Like a King

PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankeville Harald lived with his family over the fence. Wise Queen Martha chose Gene’s yard. Gene was a gardener who enjoyed bringing new cultivars home. He squeezed them into the already overflowing beds from spring until fall; a dazzling array of colors and fragrances. When Gene planted cushion hakea, Harald went…

#FF — “I’ll take her.”

PHOTO PROMPT © LIsa Fox Polar ice was gone and the land filled up like an empty ice cube tray, leaving stranded islands of humanity. Most folks traveled by kayak, canoe, and small watercraft, waiting for the government to fix things. She remembered a place where the river reached the mountain, the smooth rock path,…

#FF — We’re All Set

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart Luggage double-checked? Yes Passports and tickets? Yes, all in my attache. Hotel reservations? Yes, adjoining rooms off of the pool. Stop-mail and newspaper delivery notices confirmed? No, but Mary will collect them daily for us. Kids’ bags double-checked? Yes. Billy tried tried to pack Hermie. The school knows they will…

#FF — home is heaven

PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox A lump of dirt presses into Mei’s ribs. Slabs of sunlight between the alley shed’s slats light strips of her hollow-cheeked face as she curls behind old tires. What will Jinn, her ten-year-old son, scout out and bring back to her today? Jinn comes home late after scavenging dumpsters and…

#FF — read the fine print

The fog has rolled in. Forever summer has ended. I watch sunset through calcified memories captured in a warped globe of fragility. “Martha!” I am shaken from reverie. There is an urgency to Fred’s voice that makes me hurry my slipper-padded steps to the back bedroom. Fred has fallen. There’s visible swelling on his forehead…