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#FF — Culinary Campaign

PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields All season they march out, culinary soldiers, to our raised bed, pillaging our peppery leaves and primary-colored blossoms. Armed with birchwood baskets, their hands reach with harvesting intent, plucking at-will, collecting our dismembered corpses with bright smiles. Some even whistle as they work. Then back they trudge to dissect… Continue reading #FF — Culinary Campaign

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#FF — Pink Princess

PHOTO PROMPT © C.E.Ayr December, a week before Christmas, she walked down the steps of the plane, her face embraced by warm tropical breeze. She looked skyward, thanking heaven for leading her here. “Taxi!,” a voice called. Taxi in Costa Rica meant a man on a trike that had a bench for two on the… Continue reading #FF — Pink Princess

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#FF — Nature’s Blessings

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook Each fall for thirty years they dredged the lake bottom. Pungent deposits, once dried, became super-soil they used to grow dahlias, tomatoes, peppers, eggplant, and the rest. Money earned from the produce sold at market was enough to keep their lakeside cabin warm in winter. Spring 2020, gale-force winds clenched… Continue reading #FF — Nature’s Blessings

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#FF — These Days

PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin These days she was feeling the heat. Her old boss kept claiming her ideas until he was promoted to division chief. The new boss, twenty years her junior, learned all he could from her then downsized her. A trickle of unemployment benefits were left and the headhunters could only offer… Continue reading #FF — These Days

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#FF — Harvest

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson WARNING:  may not be suitable for squeamish readers Rats gnawing. Stabbing pain. Falling forever. Maniacal laughter. Trevor woke with a splash, teeth chattering enough to chip his caps, in a tub he didn't recognize. The water was ice cold – and pink. Head fuzzy, he cast about to orient. White… Continue reading #FF — Harvest

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#FF — The Wrong Shoes

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot It was so simple to don scrubs, ID, and mask. No one glanced her way on the graveyard shift as she wheeled the newborn pod from the nursery, into the elevator, and abandoned it; then carried her precious cargo out of the hospital's delivery dock doors. Baby June, being the… Continue reading #FF — The Wrong Shoes

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dVerse — prosery — Night Feeders

In their dreams they sleep with the moon.--From Mary Oliver, “Death at Wind River” Once pampered, now refugees, at dawn they slink in grimy, forgotten shadows of Oldtown to their den until dusk falls. Their fortress is woven with plastic, glass, and metal discarded by the giver-of-treats who will never again pet their once-luxurious fur.… Continue reading dVerse — prosery — Night Feeders

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#FF — “OK, Boss”

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields She followed the bright blue dot through dingy streets until the girl entered, “Down Island Traders.” Lara's eyes moved to the upstairs windows where back-lit shadows mingled. Should she wait? Did Leon have time for her to wait? She walked down the alley at the side of the building, found… Continue reading #FF — “OK, Boss”

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#FF — Twilight Town

A sour lemon sky presided over the town where only lorry drivers and gangsters could afford petrol. Half of the streets were bathed in terminal twilight. Leon said he had business on the dark side and promised he wouldn't be long. Lara waited between two worlds near the glassy storefront that mirrored all. An hour… Continue reading #FF — Twilight Town

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#FF — Still we dance

Neither machines nor prophecies warned us. It's been two centuries since Earth suffered a decade of pelting by radioactive rubble from an exploded sun. During the first months, humans dug underground habitations – and that's where we've stayed. Most surface life that wasn't allowed in or able to survive died out. The rest adapted like… Continue reading #FF — Still we dance