PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankivell Harold has been harassing Carla since the two of them were in kindergarten. When he pushed her in the gravel, she told her teacher; who just smiled and said, “That means he likes you.” In middle school, Harold tried to kiss Carla in the park. She pushed him away and…
Category: fiction
#FF — Due Process
PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford It’s Friday. We twelve have been here all week. Julie proposed yesterday that we each say a prayer for guidance in the challenge before us. The room is rather shabby but after last night’s storm, the light is good. The chairs are comfortable. The refrigerator is stocked with bottled…
#FF — The Nightly News
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields The cavernous studio gleamed on bright screens across the planet. Accustomed to it now, I remember thinking the first broadcast was just like the transporter in the old Star Trek shows. Every evening, we waited and watched our screens like partygoers used to watch for the Times Square ball drop…
#FF — Misfits
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Once upon a time there was a Scottish boy who bounced around with his folks, an English boy abandoned by his teenage mother, and a London boy who started out by banging on noisy pieces of war rubble after his dad was blown up. The rough-hewn lads were looked at…
#FF — Rickety
PHOTO PROMPT @ Jan Wayne Fields It wasn’t her fault she was born with a rickety body. Like an old car that started nickle-and-diming its owner, at age fifty, her conditions, doctor visits, medications, and work sick time became routine. She started using the health credit card to cover insurance co-pays. After the teeth in…
#FF — Launchpad
PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda As a 12-year-old riding in the back seat of the family Chevrolet, she often passed the tallest building in their town. Craning her neck up, she dreamed one day she would work there, considering it the pinnacle of success in her rustic ignorance. Between then and her dream realized was…
Dark Angel for earthweal
At age of five became I blindBad nerves to blame that made me screamCursed I our God for act unkindYet all, my friend, ’twas not as seemed The act upon heaped thoughts unkindTurned out to have a brighter themeThrough haunts did stray the other fiveTo caves of dreams with golden seams Each night I searched…
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