PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson WARNING: may not be suitable for squeamish readers Rats gnawing. Stabbing pain. Falling forever. Maniacal laughter. Trevor woke with a splash, teeth chattering enough to chip his caps, in a tub he didn’t recognize. The water was ice cold – and pink. Head fuzzy, he cast about to orient. White…
Category: fiction
#FF — The Wrong Shoes
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot It was so simple to don scrubs, ID, and mask. No one glanced her way on the graveyard shift as she wheeled the newborn pod from the nursery, into the elevator, and abandoned it; then carried her precious cargo out of the hospital’s delivery dock doors. Baby June, being the…
dVerse — prosery 16 — Night Feeders
In their dreams they sleep with the moon.–From Mary Oliver, “Death at Wind River” Once pampered, now refugees, at dawn they slink in grimy, forgotten shadows of Oldtown to their den until dusk falls. Their fortress is woven with plastic, glass, and metal discarded by the giver-of-treats who will never again pet their once-luxurious fur….
#FF — “OK, Boss”
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields She followed the bright blue dot through dingy streets until the girl entered, “Down Island Traders.” Lara’s eyes moved to the upstairs windows where back-lit shadows mingled. Should she wait? Did Leon have time for her to wait? She walked down the alley at the side of the building, found…
#FF — Twilight Town
A sour lemon sky presided over the town where only lorry drivers and gangsters could afford petrol. Half of the streets were bathed in terminal twilight. Leon said he had business on the dark side and promised he wouldn’t be long. Lara waited between two worlds near the glassy storefront that mirrored all. An hour…
#FF — Still we dance
Neither machines nor prophecies warned us. It’s been two centuries since Earth suffered a decade of pelting by radioactive rubble from an exploded sun. During the first months, humans dug underground habitations – and that’s where we’ve stayed. Most surface life that wasn’t allowed in or able to survive died out. The rest adapted like…
#FFFC 80 — life alone is not enough
When the people on the TV in a land far away started dying we were detached. When death knocked on our doors in the public places there was denial. When we brought it home to our loved ones, who sickened and died, we began to believe. As the killer morphed, evading our now-concerted efforts to…
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