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…
Category: fiction
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…
#FF — The Grass is Greener (trigger warning)
PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast The Grass is Greener “Um?” He startles. His head swivels forward to meet her stare across the restaurant table. Her face openly reveals a potent brew of surprise, amusement, disappointment, and anger. His face adopts the long-practiced mask of sheepishness, devilishness, and charisma that she fell in love with long…
#FF — Granny’s Pride
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Granny’s Pride I choose notecard and stamp carefully. Both images express what I’m finding difficult to say in words. The stamp’s image is a black bird perched in a red, white, and blue apple tree. The notecard depicts an Olympic swimmer with fingertips touching the victory edge of the pool…
#FF — Horizon Extinction (Sonya Massey Murder)
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Horizon Extinction Last week, Sonya Massey’s parents learn that Veep Kamala, a black woman, may soon be POTUS. Friends gather after church service to celebrate with strong coffee and buttery pastries. They breathe deeply; their grandbabies may live long lives with equal consideration from governmental institutions and their agents. Hope…
#FF — Cursed
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox Cursed Wilmer, last remaining member of his Tribe, died today. He has bequeathed his property to the city, to be used only as a continued resting place for Wilmer and his ancestors. It was they who built sacred stone geometries for funeral rites and other seasonal celebrations. Mayor Stick makes…
#FF — Dadaroche
PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio Dadaroche Dadaroche’ platinum chariot purrs along the dusty streets of the small, parched village. Everyone recognizes him. Many believe he was brought by God; others know different. Dadaroche preaches on Sundays. After-service chit-chats inform him whose homes have working mothers and absent fathers; which homes have hunger. He knows…
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