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…
Category: fiction
#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…
#FF — Gone
PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankivell Once a week for twelve weeks each year for the last decade we gathered. Damaged goods some might say. No matter what else was swirling in the loo in each of our lives, we knew we could depend on her benevolent smile and her gentle voice to rest in when…
#FF — January 20, 2021
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook Electoral College declared Biden and Harris winners in December. January 6, Congress confirmed. Today, they’re inaugurated. White House security last week determined by sonar – no rat shows a blip that big – that the exiting POTUS has dug himself a bunker under it and refuses to concede or face…
#FF — Mortal Coil, Part II
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Since so many wondered what happened in last week’s story, I decided to write another chapter in it. If you missed it, you can find it here. Steve’s parrot, Georgie’s, “Hello!” woke him from his La-z-boy dozing. Georgie greeted every visitor when she heard them at the door. Steve wondered…
dVerse — Prosery 19 — Hidden Treasure
“Reading what I have just written, I now believe.”–Louise Gluck, from Faithful and Virtuous Night At the time it felt like a dream. One Spring afternoon geocache coordinates took us north an hour and then west for another. GPS dinged we’d reached our destination. Scant undergrowth made it easy to find the two-track. We walked…
Tao-Talk 