PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast It started when she was a child, on holiday at the cabin. When the others were out building snow people, cross-country skiing, or ice fishing in shanties, she sprawled on her belly in front of the fireplace and colored pictures. One afternoon, the crackling warmth and yellow light spoke to…
Category: fiction
#FF — A Trick of the Light
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Dale’s on an early morning neighborhood walk. As dawn light breaks through clouds, beams fall on the brick building. Are her senses deceiving her? The painted forest gleams. Painted geese are flying. The jay calls. She inhales the perfume of peonies. Darkened windows in the cabin flick on. Dale shakes…
#FF — Smoke on the Water
PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox Bird and Don enjoyed sailing on the Hill’s fifty-footer, but they were tired of being guests. The salesperson assured them no knowledge was needed for pontoon boats; just fill the tank, hop on, and go. They christened her Maryjane and invited a dozen guests for Memorial Day on the water….
#FF — Heaven in the Clouds
PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart Eyes closed, she inhales scent of peony from the bouquet near her bed. Even though midsummer, a pastel printed comforter pushes tight around her body and up to her chin. Murmured voices surround her. They are waiting for her end. She opens her eyes to see their faces, full of…
#FF — Thunder & Hailstones
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox It’s like church, with candles, low lighting, the hush as a poet approaches the microphone. Her short stature and fragile bone structure does not prepare the audience for her voice, which is like thunder on a rainy April afternoon. Or her words, that strike us with truth like hailstones. She…
dVerse — Prosery — Playing to Win
image link The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart. by Valsa George, from “Winged Words“ Trauma rattles like bingo balls in a metal cage, trapped, praying for caller’s graced hand to reach in and release them in correct alignment. It’s almost six. Players shuffle in. Most sit horseshoed with their charms and…
#FF — The Great Builder
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields I was raised with foundations of a truth that made me prone to earthquakes, floods, drought, and wildfires. The Great Builder assigned worker bees to this aimless wretch. Stone by stone, my foundation was overlaid with bioliths of resonant wonder, kindness, grace, patience, forgiveness, laughter, companionship, guilelessness – and reciprocation….
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