PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Light is dark, dark is light, and the clock is ticking. Seasons flip. Flood, fire, disease, greed, and war reign. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. In the alley, by the vent, I curl within my mountain of bin-pick clothes, warm enough to sleep despite single-digit temperatures. You would think a wretch like me…
Category: fiction
#FF — Pa’s Wisdom
PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin “Brick holds heat” was one of Pa’s litany of wisdom bits rotated and pulled out for teaching moments. Years later, on this bitterly cold day, he looks to the sky and thanks his Pa once again. “People run from ugly.” The building has offputting broken windows, illegible graffiti, and a…
#FF — Just One Volunteer
PHOTO PROMPT © Susan Rouchard I am surprised by the small pink envelope in my mailbox. Martha’s invitation reads: Please celebrate with me. Date: December 31 Time: 11pm Place: Organza’s Opera House My friends and I have no idea what it is about, but we are intrigued because Organza’s has been closed for twenty years….
#FF — Right Between the Eyes
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz Lin has just enough time for last call when she and a gust of Arctic wind blow in to Mancini’s. “Just enough time for last call!,” the bartender yells. “Whiskey sour!,” Lin yells back as she walks to the jukebox to play, “Misty.” Peripheral vision notices them, there in the…
#FF — Dat Sun
PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind I barrahed Paw’s flatbed to go get de parts for my Electra and was halfway there when de vision of her put on de brakes. Dat sun shore was shinin’ when I saw her. Flowers of every kind in her shiny blond hair. Her feet were bare and dirty; her…
#FF — The Deadline Games
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Cut rock and cement walls dominate, where blue sky feels almost like an afterthought. It’s a place that reason says is uninhabitable for humans – a perfect place for The Games. Those who haven’t paid Lifetax by deadline are vaporized en mass each midnight. National lotteries choose contestants from those…
#FF — Long Lost (but now found)– part 3 of 3
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot George remembers the last time he was more than fifty miles from his cabin. Helena invited him to ballet in Lansing. Her fragrance distracted him through the performance. He’d invited her in when they got back, when body hunger overruled taut reason. At summer’s end, reason returned; there was no…
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