PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda April’s cloud blankets served to keep us in our caves, vicariously monitoring life through fogged panes of glass and pixelated screens. The second winter of covid had been harsh, perhaps harsher than the first, as our views focused on celebrities hurling dung at each other in courtrooms and maniacs with…
Category: fiction
#FF — Emergency
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz It started with ringing in his ears. Then sledgehammers pounded his head as he lay down to sleep. He’d awaken at midnight, screams bouncing between his ears. Each morning he was more tired. He sipped coffee and looked out of his window at the city landscape. At first it was…
#FF — The Finder
PHOTO PROMPT © Carole Erdman-Grant Picasso’s the finder one contacts when they need the surging thrill of adding another piece to their collections. Picasso learned the biz as go-fer for Sergio Lazar. She and Lazar are now lovers. This gives her access to O’Keefe, the space truck she travels in, scouting the galaxy for treasure….
#FF — Promise Fulfilled
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson It rested under a snowbank in a quiet subdivision all Winter. April’s sun brought it, along with Spring, slowly into view. Wet pavestones gleamed support for the motion. Even its blue shadow seemed to be smiling. At midday, a checkered cab pulled up to the curb. Two small, booted feet…
#FF — You’ve Been Served
PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart They ordered from the screen’s menu, on the red phone. A bell dinged when it arrived. A panel whooshed open to reveal a banquet of sorts for them. They wolfed calories as if famished. Eating and sex were the only activities available, so they engaged in both with focus. Their…
#FF — The Hard Way
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot The gavel rapped sharply. “This meeting will come to order. First on the agenda: parking signs on Desolation Row. We all know parking fine income has dropped to nil. We need to get creative.” “Mayor, the municipal conference in Vegas I just went to had a parking sign vendor there….
#FF — Double Trouble
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Dotty and Mlady, identical twins, weren’t the kind that seemed like two parts to one whole, communicating telepathically or sharing a language nobody else was privy to. First fighting over who drank from mother’s breast that produced the most milk, to who swam Rubber Ducky around the tub, both sported…
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