PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot For Sally Our family moved to the mountain after my sister, Sally, got gang-raped in the city. Daddy, being a jack-of-all-trades, got what they call a quick reputation with his apple jack. He traded Ol’ Pete one of Mama’s second-hand quilts for a truckload of corn. Sally and I toted…
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#FF — HAL 2031
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook HAL 2031 “How can grass be so lush?” Rain and sunshine. “Why is frost on the spiderwebs?” Temps hovering around freezing. “Why are the plants dead?” Dried out and frostbitten. “Why is the sky so washed-out?” Cloud cover puts a wall between eyes and sun. “Why are there crosses all…
#FF — Stay Away from Green Street
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Stay Away from Green Street In secret sessions held in Mel’s banquet room, Operation Siphon (OS) is born. Road Commission Team pours concrete for “authorized personnel only” parking places on either end of the two-block long hedgerow. Although Green is a two-way street, strange directional signs are placed just north…
#FF — It’s Always Christmas
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox It’s Always Christmas Vacationing in Mexico, I enter an American-style cafe to escape the heat and get a good old-fashioned hamburger. Cool air soothes my sunburn as la antifriona walks me to a cozy nook in the back. I study the décor while waiting for el mesero. Although July, it’s…
#FF — Oops
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Oops Why here? Isn’t her clemency enough? She steps from a gold-plated Hummer, garbed in royal blue Versace and Wang glitter pumps. Two escorts in Armani walk her over. She’s usually wearing a doll grin. Today she looks almost scared; her wrinkles are tight. We’re seated in the tent bistro,…
#FF — The Best Kind of Rap
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields The Best Kind of Rap On the couch, snuggled in a throw, sipping a mug of Bailey-splashed hot rooibos tea, I listen to Roy Orbison sing, “Only the Lonely.” I feel abandoned by the present and sense no future. Snowflakes drift by outside, a flurry of past memories reminding me…
#FF — My Mother and I
PHOTO PROMPT © Lori Wilson My Mother and I In 1975, my father spent his junior school year in Cuba* as an Argentinian exchange student. He worked as a dishwasher at Shelly’s, named after the owner’s daughter, my mother. A year later I was born – in the laundry**. Grandpa kept us there until I…
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