PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford One More Time Ripley stretches her new body, disturbing Jones’ sleep. He meows in protest, stands, hunch-stretches, and heads for the kitty box. Coffee! Her body says. Espresso gurgles and steams. Ripley’s lips have just touched the rim of the cup when her comms unit goes off. “We need…
Category: fiction
#FF — Saved by a Fungi
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Saved by a Fungi Jeremitha, age fifteen, is the oldest of five children. The family lives in a stone house they moved into a decade earlier. She remembers her father designing, creating, and installing their iron front steps. Between children, Jeremitha’s mother restored the interior to its 1700’s-era splendor. Dr….
#FF — Green Thumbs
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook Green Thumbs Young Horatio left his job in Lush Valley because Lady Jane brushed her boom-bas up against him one too many times. At dawn in early fall, he filled the panniers with work and other clothes, his shaving kit, a dozen oatmeal cookies he pilfered from the main kitchen,…
Esther Chilton’s Writing Prompt 73 — Birds — Dream
Dream “Every night is the same dream. I walk outside into a cloudy blue sky day. Then I hear their piercing cacophony and turn towards it. As I look at them, they go silent. One by one, they glide down and land near my feet, until every one has formed a circle around me. The…
#FF — First Fourth
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot First Fourth Stars in the sky tonight come from bridge globes, cell phone glows, and gunpowder concoctions. It’s as if the real ones have gotten the night off. I stand shoulder to shoulder with strangers at the rail, watching the spectacle. Turning left and right, I see shining, smiling faces….
#FF — First Impressions
PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart First Impressions First look at my new post relieved me with its Queen Anne style, painted in coordinating original shades of blues and creams; red begonia garden with fragrant-blossomed tree; framed by white picket fence. After my previous post at dilapidated Windrush, with master’s grasping hands and gaslighting, I felt…
#FF — Escape
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox Escape “You’re doing it again.” Indeed, Robin is – bouncing off of the walls of fantasy, lost in rainbows, surprised caterpillars, and mysteriously webbed lairs of intrigue. “Robin!” She looks up from her phone, yanked back to a reality of Jerry’s grim expression of pained disappointment. When did he get…
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