PHOTO PROMPT© Ted Strutz Myra dreamed of being an architect after her sixth-grade field trip. Mr. James showed the class wall-sized murals, blueprints, 3-D models, then walked them through a church he’d designed. Approaching the end of her first year in college, Myra asked Mr. James if she could be a summer intern. He smiled…
Category: fiction
#FF — Payback
PHOTO PROMPT© Jennifer Pendergast He’d raped my sister and several other women, but as town judge he was untouchable. I snuggled up to him at Joey’s, his favorite pickup spot, and soon we were parked by the pond. It was easy to rufi him. Once he passed out, I rolled him in. As his secretary,…
#FFFC129 — Mountain God
image from Google Photo Frame I was born and raised in the small village of Ukara. The medicine woman crone delivered me. My mother named me Cupra for the beautiful copper stones we found on the lake’s shore. When I asked where they came from, my father pointed to the mountain and said, “God gives…
#FF — Paragon
PHOTO PROMPT© Roger Bultot Morgan appraised himself in the mirror and smiled. He was well-regarded in his job as administrator at the town’s library, partly due to staff receiving generous gift cards at the holidays. His Wednesday night poker group loved him as he often had bad luck. The pastor at church praised him with…
NYC Midnight 100-word story that didn’t make first round cut: “Lunch Mate”
GROUP 100 GENRE Romance ACTION Crossing a bridge WORD phase There were an average of 63 submissions per group. I was in group #100. I had 24 hours to write a 100-word story with the following guidelines: It had to be a romance that included crossing a bridge and the word “phase” in it. This…
#FF — Goodbye, Mama
PHOTO PROMPT© Na’ama Yehuda תודה חברה שלי Abandoning Michigan winters and my family had been necessary. I’d lived in Hawaii for thirty years when Dotty, my youngest sister, called and said Mama didn’t have long. I packed my peach fleece-lined jacket. They hovered around her, their faces uncharacteristically crumpled and wet. Dotty moved aside, said,…
#FF — Commerce
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll The nondescript warehouses between the tracks and the hills had become a landscape feature over time. The county books listed it as abandoned; yet every year, like clockwork, the property taxes were paid. Engineers on trains passing through at night saw flickering lights and sometimes caught what sounded like…
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