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…
Category: fiction
#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…
#FF — The Doctor on Vacay (2nd story for this week)
The Doctor on Vacay “Master, we’re not in Gallifray,” said K9 from the doorway of the TARDIS. The Doctor peered out and smiled. “Looks like it’s vacation instead of stuffy court business. Romana, put on your pink ruffled bikini. I’ll grab the beach gear. K9, stay. We can’t have you getting sand in your tractor…
#FF — Punch and Judy
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook Punch and Judy Punch ate porn for breakfast. “Get your lazy ass up and get me my coffee.” Judy still cringed when Punch combined orders with insults. Perhaps it was the banality of his tone. Perhaps it was the way his bloodshot eyes never shifted from the computer screen as…
#FF — A Tragic Mystery (with addendum)
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,…
#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…
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