PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart Because so many readers had questions about what was going on and what would happen next, I decided to write a Part 2 to last week’s story. His eyes widen, then resume their suspicious stare. He takes the ratty-edged photo from me and studies it under the porch light’s glare….
Category: fiction
#FF — Long Lost
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Questions flip through my mind like one flips through a rolodex; both artifacts are obsolete and unreliable anymore. I stand in the dark on this moonless, November night, staring at the door, weapon clutched in my trembling hand. A step closer and motion sensors activate the porch light. An inside…
#FF — Cold
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox (my pic) Snow as soap made it easy to wash blood off her hands but not from her tattered dress. When the dogs came she’d still be easy tracking on this side of the frozen river. She drank handfuls of snow, soothing her parched throat. She’d followed the moss on…
#FF — Just Different
PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young Jeremy was born deaf. As he became self-aware, he never felt deficient, just different. Machines helped him adapt to the mainstream. College lead to a seamless transition to the world of work. Jeremy lived in a rural area and worked from home. One night he was about to shut the…
Not a Fortunate Son (originally posted on 4/22/19. It feels right to post it again.)
image link My Uncle Lonny served in VietNam and was injured when a plane accidentally sprayed napalm on friendly troops. One half of his body had the skin peeled off and his lungs were seared. Uncle Sam stuck him in the Veteran’s hospital when he got back to the States, located at Fort Grand…
#FF — Built to Last
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…
#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…
Tao Talk 