PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Trapped Any tea drinker knows that in order to make room for hot tea in the cup, she needs to sip or pour some of the cool out. Mary’s countertop is stained from spills. She’s never quite gotten the knack of giving a little. Mary, imprisoned by sentimental memories from…
Category: fiction
#FF — Flyin’ Shoes
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Over-tired eyes glued to work screen, my peripheral vision snags a figure floating past outside. It’s a Hopper, as evidenced by the telltale rippling blur effect of the traveler about to leave, or just roll into, now. Twenty years ago, Richard begged me to join Corps with him. “We can…
#FF — Night Hunter
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox Night Hunter July tourists and townies imprint on sugar sand until it is dappled like elephant skin. Sol, melted butter in the clouds, toasts the water golden. Gulls toddle, amongst toddlers to seniors drowsing on terry, seeking out dropped chips or buns. Nobody pays notice to the beach junk driftwood,…
#FF — Last of its kind
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Last of its kind It enters the waterway silently, a translucent behemoth. Those night fishing along the pier stare agog, then pull out their cell phones. Soon its image is plastered across social media. When camera vans reach the scene breathless reporters, fed with data through their earpieces, parrot guesstimates….
#FF — Love’s Edifice
PHOTO PROMPT © Lori Wilson Love’s Edifice Mom always said about gorgeous dames, “She’s built like a brick shit house.” First time I saw her, my gonads were pumping like pumps at a half-off gas special at the corner station. I courted her like Billy Jean King courted her tennis balls, hard and fast. She…
#FF — What’s left is the waiting
PHOTO PROMPT © MrBinks What’s left is the waiting “Harold!” Harold startles from his reverie. “Time for dinner!,” calls his mother, expecting to repeat her announcement before he flutters down the stairs to join the family for crushed corn and mealworms. Harold is what some call a dreamer. When they ask him, “what’s going on…
#FF — Dirty Bomb
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Dirty Bomb Above the power lines it sat. Its intent was clear but its contents a mystery. “Who will it cancel this time?” While other scandals came and went, as the wax and wane of all things does, its way was different. Confident. Sustained. It burst upon the world the…
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