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…
Category: fiction
#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…
#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…
Tao-Talk 