PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Monday the First Rona had cranked the air conditioning up to max the night before, knowing that power shut-off was sometime today. She shivered until dawn, knowing the cold would last a little longer in the hottest summer in human history. Monday the Thirty-First The building super pounded on Rona’s…
Category: fiction
The Unicorn Challenge 0616 — They Feel What We Feel!
© Ayr/Gray Straightjacket buckled and secured, two orderlies lead Harold to the ambulance. “I’m telling the truth! Why won’t you listen! They feel what we feel!” Harold’s mother stands at the top of the porch, her arms crossed, grim downturned mouth, and a deep furrow of worry at her brow. “Please fix my boy,” she…
#FF — Just Like Old Times
PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin We met in fifth grade, when my family moved to Pleasantry. We were neighbors and best friends into high school. I always had his ear to share my secret shame. At seventeen I hitchhiked away. By forty, I was disappeared into a bottle, living in a boarding house. I don’t…
#FF — Seeing is Believing
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox As we coasted into the parking area of the ice cream shoppe, I couldn’t help but notice the pint-sized Chevy ATV next door to it. “I’ll be in in a sec,” I told my friend as she locked up our bikes. While snapping photos, Ken — yes, Barbie’s Ken –…
#FF — He’s Back!
He’s back, just like he said he would be! It took but minutes to ripple through the digital ether to inform the human population. The website posted his tour schedule, where the faithful were expected to gather to join him, where they would rise to The Promised Land. In city after city, The Faithful climbed…
#FF — No Picnic?
PHOTO PROMPT © Amanda Forestwood Eighteen to the top of the ancient steps. When Luna aligns with carved openings in hilltop’s stones, we, in our flowing cotton garments, climb them. We depend on Mother Haggis’ rolls of the bones to determine our order and duties. I’ve been chosen as drummer and take position at the…
#FF — Blue Stew
Ay was crunchy and gassy. Bee was sweet and acidic. Married in the middle, their grounding spice nourished their relationship well. That is until the salty and sour couple moved in next door. Cee was in marketing and a porn addict. Dee was a palm reader who told her clients the truth. One night over…
