PHOTO PROMPT © John Nixon Dave is impatient. Peter pulsed him with news that she would be arriving at three, and it is almost four. Dave arrived here five years ago and hasn’t yet adjusted to seeing the second-hand shop as a Way Station. Or that the streets aren’t paved in gold. Or that you…
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#FF — Where we left off…
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields She is a bright bouquet of flowers. He is her buoyant supporter. They met at a fundraiser for the hospital. She was entertaining as a clown and he was walking displays of donated items for the silent auction. He fell in love with her sunflower painting. She personally thanked him…
#FF — Waterfalls
PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart Waterfalls Willa sits in the cafe with black coffee and lemon tart. It is Joey’s eighteenth birthday. She’d made him lemon tart every birthday until his tenth. Jim gave no hint he’d abscond with Joey. Jim had been served with papers at noon; by two they were gone. Had he…
#FF — Gentrified
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox My lineage has lived in this building since the town formed. Great-great grandfather helped Mr. Lanscombe lay the bricks, in exchange for a promise of a forever apartment for his family. Although deed-free, who could leave such an arrangement. A sesquicentennial later, I’m still here. Some say it’s a dump,…
#FF — Kalua Pig
PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox Regardless of how glamorous a travel destination is, there are always underbellies that noone sees or wants to know about. Hawaii, for example: all eyes feast volcanoes and too-blue water; noses breathe sea air and sweet flora; skin brushes large tropical leaves; ears listen to birds, drumbeats, and partygoers; mouths…
#FF — While you were gone…
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields This image sings that every picture has a story. Each memento, a rationale. Every cubicle is filled with paper-thin but feeling-rich associations. They are put in their proper places, one by one. They wait patiently until they are chosen in a moment for their keeper’s positive regard. Yet even the…
#FF — Monday’s Red Rose
Monday’s Red Rose It started with Monday’s red rose left on my doorstep. I smiled, wondering who my secret admirer was. On Tuesday, I arrived home and found a box of high-priced chocolate truffles, kept cool with an ice pack. One melted on my tongue as my imagination wandered again as to my admirer. Each…
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