“Julia, Midori Lake, 1954” taken May 2023 Portrait of a Lady: Julia, Midori Lake, 1954 Gerard and Rita had been married for 45 years when death’s scythe took Rita away from him. James and Marybeth, their children, lived in coastal cities on opposite sides of the country, leaving Gerard stuck in the middle in more…
Category: fiction
#FF — Tasteful Transition
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Tasteful Transition Kathleen can’t get used to all of the space. She is used to her 20-foot-wide stall at the farmer’s market, doing her best to tastefully cram her products onto broad slats. After a decade’s worth of education in learning local’s tastes and building her reputation for quality cheeses…
#FF — A Moment of Realization
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot “A moment of realization is worth a thousand prayers.” — Mr. Rabbit, per Mickey Mallory is tired of a world stinking with brown. It’s all gone to shit. She can’t remember where it started, but she knows where it will end. Like a fish in a hooded tank that has…
#FF — What is Love?
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook What is Love? Peter26X4b, Kent34X2r, and Jeremy99X7y were linked at Mutualhub Zircon 8675309 for July’s monthly lunch-byte-share. “She’s already asking me to lower the timbre of my voice, and it’s only been her second subscription payment” said Peter2… “They are like that, so quick to expect modifications,” said Kent3… “They…
#FF — A Tomorrow
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields A Tomorrow She clutches the filthy handkerchief as she hacks. Dull pain radiates from her dying lungs and into her weary chest walls. Mira bends over, rag catching red mud. Some remains at the corner of her mouth. “Call them,” she wheezes with what little breath she has left. “Mum,…
#FF — Just One More!
PHOTO PROMPT ©Yvette Prior Just One More! A slamming door wakes me. I open my eyes to a mosaic of a thousand images. Was I having a stroke? I go to turn on my side to sit up and feel my leg tethered. I try to say “what the!?” but all I do is buzz….
#FF — Not a Dream (in memoriam for Trent)
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Not a Dream He woke up, disoriented. The last thing he remembered was unclipping Fiyaro’s leash from his collar and thinking about getting a cup of coffee after the run. Where was he? It wasn’t the Cape Cod cabin, but it was a familiar cabin; his grandparents’ guest house cabin…
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