PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox A Tragic Mystery In 1923, Big Moe is a giant in the world of grocers in Grand Rapids. Each Thursday, the Gustatory Gallavanters (GeeGees) meet at Moe’s Queen Anne style home for dinner and foodtalk. At exactly six, white-gloved servants begin bringing courses: steak tartare with raw egg; mandarin orange,…
Category: fiction
#FF — Polly Needa
PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart Polly Needa “&&^%^*&^*^*^!!!!!!,” Polly screeches. Startled awake, one eye creaks open to see five on the clock. “It’s OK, girl,” I tell her. It’s moving day. The van will arrive at two. Everything’s in neatly stacked boxes in the middle of the apartment except bedding, fresh clothes, toiletries — and…
#FF — Matchmaker
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Matchmaker Tindr ways grow dull. Merry hires a matchmaker. Lucretia and she spend an afternoon walking and talking. It feels more like new friendship than an assessment. Merry walks away with the bounce of hope in her step. Barry checks every box. Looks, brains, listens, humorous, steady income, social standing;…
#FF — The Gift
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox (aka me) The Gift “She’s got the gift,” is the first thing I remember Granny saying. Granny would know, as she has been our village healer since that big old willow where the road to our place starts was a sapling. Others can feel vibes or read body language; I…
#FF — Four and Twenty (was: The Grass is Greener) (warning: disturbing content)
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz Four and Twenty Ralph’s smooth features contort through surprise, excitement, and calculation. It’s not a good look on him she thinks. “Don’t worry your pretty head about it, dear.” “Gina, are you sure?” Why did I wait so long to be worshiped by a dumb, sexy God? “I’m sure. Now…
#FF — The Grass is Greener Part II
PHOTO PROMPT © Mr. Binks The Grass is Greener Part 2 She pumps one bullet into his twitching body for every bird that has opened her legs to him, reloading after each series of empty clicks. In her mind. She napkin-dabs her lips and pushes away from the table. She knows he thinks she’s heading…
dVerse — Prosery — Polar Dark
And I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moss. From, “Take This Waltz” by Leonard Cohen Polar Dark When summers brushed our skin and winters pulled us close, sun and snow shone sparkly and clean, servants of love’s season. When autumn stayed, dysfunctional limbo, a gloom of weighing and…
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