PHOTO PROMPT © Miles Rost My being is rife with addictions and transience. The question of chicken and egg, which came first, is anyone’s guess. At this point it doesn’t matter. Employers are desperate for workers; often anyone will do. Even someone like me. I’m hired as locksmith, maintenance, and hotel security; room and board…
Category: fiction
#FF — Win
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Stadium mouths yawn wide to heaven. Beer, hot dogs, nachos, and pretzels flow down gullets. Globe-wide, raucous baby birds host masses that are somehow able to converge and sit, shoulder to shoulder, without trying to tear each other apart. Us against them is the ruling way, but here, in the…
#FF — The Legend of Lady Felt
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox People have heard the legend of her ghost for a century. Most scoff, but there are those who want to believe. Pilgrims sojourn to the county-owned landmark. They look up at the brick edifice — to her windows — and hope to see her ectoplasmic form. She’s there. She stopped…
#FF — Benched
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot She’s a creative type. He’s a concrete thinker. She lets her body lead. He’s a chicken. Yet the chemistry between them is undeniable. Each feels hot wire currents from the other. But how will they bridge their opposing polar aspects? She jumps in and goes downtown; he flies the coop…
#FF — Auspicious
PHOTO PROMPT © Alicia Jamtaas Energy shoots between their palms, its threads traveling through them like starbursts on Independence Day. Marco, excited to be heading to boot camp, wants to fight the oppressors and drive them from their country. Georgette uses sheer will to keep her smile going for him. She knows what happens to…
#FF — Alternative Programming Part Two
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll I’ve been at the conditioning center a decade; not a bad patient; just not a real good one. Today Snowy, who’s been here longer than me, cracks, “Fake it ’til you make it, eh, Green?” Snowy decorates the floor with her blood. Confined in Reflection (i.e.solitary,) they assign Dr….
TSM 243 — Daddy Needs a Drink
Photo by Kyle Thompson Maybe it’s being locked in the closet. Maybe it’s the surprise knuckles to the middle of my back. Maybe it’s seeing my breath on the air as I curl under the thin blanket. Maybe it’s his forcing himself into me. The day of my liberation it is mid-January. Daddy is drunk,…
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