PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox Iron gates work, where other metals provide only a physical barrier. In daylight, scavengers rip into walls with crowbars, looking for enough for the traps. Patching up their solar energy systems keeps the hydroponic gardens growing. Rabbits give protein and furs. In Winter, when the nights are long, She reigns….
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#FF — The Magpie’s Gift
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox Daria startled from sleep, disoriented. She reached out and knew she was lying in dry hay in Volodymyr’s patchwork, yet sturdy shed. Volo had arranged for a boat to pick her up at dawn on the Saksahan, where it would take her to the Black Sea and away. Her mother,…
#FF — Not that Leo, but still…
PHOTO PROMPT © Anne Higa Leo likes to remember how it all went down. Diagnosed with cellulitis, he was prescribed steroids. Thinking it was his Muse’ sense of humor, Leo reveled in his manic creativity at the easel. He painted with colors, shapes, and ideas that would make Bosch blush and Gauguin giggle. When Yasmin’s…
#FF — Harvest
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot The key to successful livestock farming is to find the right bait. At the same time it is important not to spook the herd. Field research indicates: • food is their most compelling bait • urban areas have stock density • churches blend into any city We compel them to…
#FF — Shelter
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Shelter I remember my siblings and I chasing each other down wet alleys and hiding behind trash bins. We ate gritty mice and scraps of garbage – until the day we smelled something delicious in a box. We hunted it like lions. I, being boldest, pounced first. With the first…
#FF — Green Hornet Light
PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds Everyone recognizes Bill’s utility truck. “There goes Green Hornet Light,” they say whenever the beast rolls down Main. Bill lives at the end of a long 2-track. He doesn’t take much to visitors. Keeps to himself. Bill’s town legend is that he kept Bonnie and Clyde from getting away when…
#FF — Tower
PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda Kari crossed Bílý Bridge at dusk via horse-drawn sleigh from the train station. It was mid-January. She hugged her soft leather bag close and shivered; it was only partially because of the cold. Craning her neck up as the sleigh lurched over snow-packed cobblestone, she imagined the castle, now a…
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