PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind Half of Mina’s friends cautioned her to decline the prize and the other half didn’t. She had entered and won WBLD’s limerick contest, where a home-cooked dinner was first prize. The Count, a national celebrity in Transylvania, hosted a knockoff version of “Kitchen Nightmares” where all recipes included fresh kill….
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#FF — Baby, Please Come Home
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Fred began locking his phone. He stopped coming home after work and didn’t tell Delia why. He would sneak in late. During shared meals, the most he would speak were monosyllables. Months later, a group of Delia’s co-workers invited her out for drinks. Jimmy, the known tomcat of the office,…
#FF — Community
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields It started with a YouTube of how to turn hemp plants into rope. Serendipity struck when her DNR newsletter offered classes on survivalism and building simple dwellings with wood and mud. As she scooped clay from the river bank and mixed it in the pit, she felt like a child…
#FF — Death Row
PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields Long before dawn shows its face they come, with sharp knives held in their thick-gloved hands. With spotlights, they hunt for us. We shudder and dew flies as they grasp us and hack away, separating us from our lives. We are plunged into pails of ice water. At daylight…
#FF — Reunited
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…
#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…
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