PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin “Daddy built this place to last,” May says, as her eyes travel from red brick foundation to ramrod straight walls, to sturdy metal roof. Double “i” windows stand guard, protecting the home’s inhabitants against gusts and sprays. “What’re we gonna do with Ralph?” asks Will. Ralph’s a twelve-year-old beagle Daddy…
Category: fiction
#FF — In Synch
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz (MIA but still snapping photos. ❤ You are missed, Ted! Billyjoe learned early that wilding with his homies was preferable to Mama’s whiskey rages and leather straps. After puberty, he drank women down like Granny drank her ginger beer, thirstily and with gnawing in her belly afterwards. Marshajean was her…
#FF — Baby Blue
PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast Her favorite color is blue. She wonders why it is so. Had she been an otter in another incarnation? Perhaps an eagle, gliding mountain updrafts? Maybe a butterfly that loved the nectar of delphinium blossoms best? Or maybe it is because she wears it like seal skin, suffocating her, squeezing…
#FF — Melting
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot When I first met Harold, he was a Mars Bar and I resembled Baby Ruth. “I will walk, run, kayak, bicycle, and crunch beside you,” Harold promised. And he did. Soon I was a streamlined Butterfinger. Harold handed me a brochure about an unwrapped convention in Sardinia. “Don’t you want…
#FF — Mother
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook Don and I met two years ago, at Pinky’s, where I work. He’d come in for a massage and paid extra for the happy ending. He’s been a regular since then. After a year, Don began bringing me gifts. After two, I began to look forward to his kind smile….
#FF — Untouchable
PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind Lily’s dream is always the same. She walks an endless green meadow, its tall stems capped with periwinkle, butter yellow, and lipstick pink. Sweet peas and snapdragons scent the air. Her loose-fitting dress billows in warm breezes as she moves, like a cloud moving through cerulean sky. :::Bang!::: Midnight slamming…
#FF — The Sorrel
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson I’ve taken up residence in the hay next to Old Marie. She was never meant to be pregnant, but Midnight’s (the stallion’s) unlocked stall (or maybe the sly devil nosed it open hisself?) happened a year ago and here we are. Doc Jones says abortion will kill Old Marie. I…
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