PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind Portal On our daily lunch walk, we passed a faerie tree. Most people regard faeries as Tom-thumb-sized sprites who flit meadows and ponds like fireflies. Some know that faeries have mischievous spirits, so it’s best not to antagonize them thus earning their ire. “Dale, stop a minute. I want to…
Category: fiction
#FF — Betsy and Old Glory
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Betsy and Old Glory Betsy Ross’ ghost still glows with pride for the manifestation of her design. Despite attempts by mansplaining vexillologists to steal credit for it, glory will remain hers. Do you remember a time when the country’s flags flew proudly on the winds of freedom? A time when…
#FF — Norma Jean’s Ghost
PHOTO PROMPT © Susan Rouchard Norma Jean’s Ghost “She vowed she’d discover the answer.” “She never gave up.” “The search was her passion.” “Nothing would dissuade her.” “She wasted her life.” “She died childless and alone.” “She was never recognized for her works.” “She was one of sharpest minds of her time.” “The future will…
#FF — Imelda’s Surprise Part 3
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook Imelda’s Surprise Part 3 Gecko made it easy to fall in love. When he started asking her to go with other men to prove her love, Imelda didn’t mind. She did wonder if she would have the strength to leave him when she’d saved enough. Mother’s strategy to hold her…
#FF — Imelda’s Surprise Part 2
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson What Constable Willow hasn’t told Old Hilda is that a man is dead and that her employers are suspects. Last June, Gecko opened a dance hall at the old church. Most of the religious in this backwater remain aghast at sullying sacred ground, no matter that the congregation abandoned the…
#FF — Imelda’s Surprise Part 1
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Imelda’s Surprise ::knock knock:: The tall, oak door creaks open a crack. A cloudy wrinkle-encircled eye squints out at the crisply-uniformed figure. “May I help you, Officer?,” whistles Hilda’s voice. “Constable Willow here. May I come in?” asks the new appointee. “Madame is having tea and mustn’t be disturbed. What’s…
#FF — Friendship
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friendship Marco and his family moved into our little berg when I was seven. His family bought Old Mr. Smithers’ house across the street. Marco and I became best friends that summer. When fall arrived, we walked to school in our brand new clothes, carrying matching Batman lunch boxes. The…
