PHOTO PROMPT ©Sandra Crook The Guilty We huddle in the cold, dry basement; it’s the vacant home of our neighbors, another evicted family. Guardians have set Hounds on us. Overlords always do it around Christmas-time; but this year is different. Not satisfied with only eviction, Guardians are to round up the guilty and hold us…
Category: fiction
One More Time: The Ballad of Yukon Cornelius
image link Keele Peak in Mackenzie range Breeds snow 12 months a year To get to the top takes grit and mean And nightly bouts of prayer A man named Ringo traveled far, From North Dakota way, He’d heard ‘bout Keele since was wee That mint at its feet might pay. He set up camp…
#FF — Lycan
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Lycan Her state ran red in November. Disgusted at a rancid orange stain whose followers believed was the remedy for a malady that afflicted a nation, with the blues she emigrated north to a place where winter still meant something. Dale had given her a lead on an affordable senior…
#FF — Trapped
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…
#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….
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