#FF — 2100 A.D. = 1 VR

PHOTO PROMPT © Anne Higa  Wheezing-gasped real time numerically marked by the birth and death of a deity was over. New microscopic gods were capricious. Similar to how antibiotics against bacteria became ineffective with over-use, viral vaccinations became impotent against super-morphing coiled beasties. We were forced to go virtual to continue… Humans now live in…

#FF — A Dream Deferred

PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox There are no surveillance bulbs in the market corridors. That job remains with the eyes of the vendors. Where cameras take in impersonal grainy images, sharp eyes recognize shifty movements and remember patterns. I begin taking produce bins. My goal is to have ninety by the time the baby is…

#FF — Blended

PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast   Mom liked Butch best. Bedridden and looped up on meds left dad playing her nursemaid. He helped me as he could. Men came and went. When I had my first child, I was on my own — and for the four that followed. I bartended while the oldest watched the…

#FF — Blent

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson When we first arrived, we’d learned how to blend. The mobile hairless ones appeared to be the leaders of this carbon-hydrogen-nitrogen-oxygen-sulphur-phosphorus-based planet; and they had little regard for any but their own kind, no tolerance at all for anything different, and outright hostility towards anything or anyone that challenged their…

#FF — Tree Tour

PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young Jem and Peet chugged along the Everglades trail, their first trip since lockdown ended. “Peet, it’s nice to be out of the house, but Florida in July?” “Jem, I wanted to see a mangrove tree,” said Peet, checking off the box on his tree list. “I’m geeked we leave for…

#FF — Lucy in the Sky

PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr The last thing I remember is seeing the Mack truck. Then I’m flying through a technicolor “sky.” Time has lost its coordinates. There’s a whooshing sound mingled with the voices of infinite conversations, but I can’t understand what’s being said. I absorb the fragrance of every flower I’ve ever known. The…

#FF — Mysterious Benefactor

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Once a month for ten years, each of the six received a plain white envelope with two-hundred in twenties. It had gotten them by in thin times and made possible a few extras in good times – until their neighborhood’s gentrification meant others’ envelopes with eviction notices. Impending homelessness had…