Recently I wrote a story and submitted it to Scenic Writer Shack. The rules were: 500 words max story must focus on the delivery of a fridge must include yo-yo and flummoxed (confused, perplexed, flustered) choice of genres The winner was announced today. Since my story was not chosen, I’m sharing it: Permanent Vacation “Honey,…
Category: fiction
#FF — Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door*
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door* Beth knows she lived in Manzano for twenty years. When others find out that she used to live in a place reported to be a culturally enriched, bohemic paradise, they invariably ask, “What was it like to live in Manzano?” Beth would love to answer from…
#FF — Juvie
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Juvie He’d done it on a dare. Pete was new to Oakridge. It was his third new school this year. His folks struggled to pay rent with minimum wage jobs. They were familiar with the ham-fisted pound at the front door. Kids that move around a lot are left with…
#FF — Bats in the Belfry
PHOTO PROMPT © Jen Pendergast Bats in the Belfry Reverend June looked for divine inspiration to write this Sunday’s sermon, her first in the new parish. She was replacing Father Flannery, who’d disappeared suddenly, location unknown, after thirty years at the pulpit. She’d heard so much about Father Flannery as a preacher who could sway…
#FF — Where are the Crayons?!
PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham Where are the Crayons? A distant voice on an intercom pulled me from dreams. Groggy, it took a moment to orient once I opened my eyes to pastel goldenrod walls and day-bright LEDs. Right. The surgery. I turned my head and vertigo slapped me around. Slower, silly. Brain implants ain’t…
dVerse — Prosery Monday — Old Red
Make of it a parkaFor your soul.— Alice Walker, fromBefore you knew you owned it Old Red Old Red lives for death. He hovers around villages at dark, urging sober to take just one sip, urging lonely to take in snakes, urging fists instead of hugs. His first memory is of crawling in a cold…
#FF — Winter Pastimes
PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart Winter Pastimes Winter is a time for puzzles and dreaming. Everyone knows Ginger likes puzzles, so she has a stockpile to choose from. She’s been saving “Miller’s Pond” for awhile. Its cloudy-skied gloominess isn’t what she’s looking for in mid-February. She reaches for a colorful equatorial puzzle with a green…
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