PHOTO PROMPT © Robbie Cheadle Au Naturale With so many head shops sprouting up around town, it was inevitable that one of Rose’s friends would bring edibles to their Friday night group Scrabble game. The words used that week weren’t found in the regulation dictionary. Next morning, Jill called, opening the conversation with, “The sixth,…
Category: fiction
#FF — A Tall Tale
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox A Tall Tale Remember Lewis Carroll’s Cheshire Cat? Few know of The Nottingham Thingamajig. Please, sit back, and I will tell the tale. Once upon a time, Nicky and Finn decided to play hooky from Nottingham Middle School. Who wanted to sit in a classroom with too little heat, too…
#FF — My Grand!
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields My Grand! Car windows down, asphalt sizzles post-rain as she winds her way along the old subdivision’s narrow road. Surrounded by newer subdivisions with their imposing proclamations of excess, Primrose Lane and its residents are proud of their modest ranchers, mature trees, little free libraries, and mostly-senior residents. As Mari…
#FF — A Christmas First
PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast A Christmas First Jen curled, dreaming, warm with the heated mattress pad Will gave her for Christmas. Clanking metal sounds woke her from putting coconut oil on Channing Tatum’s back. Jen yelled, “Hun, what’s that racket!?” just as Will walked into the bedroom with two large mugs. “Hot cocoa, Babe,…
#FF — The Guilty
PHOTO PROMPT ©Sandra Crook The Guilty We huddle in the cold, dry basement; it’s the vacant home of our neighbors, another evicted family. Guardians have set Hounds on us. Overlords always do it around Christmas-time; but this year is different. Not satisfied with only eviction, Guardians are to round up the guilty and hold us…
One More Time: The Ballad of Yukon Cornelius
image link Keele Peak in Mackenzie range Breeds snow 12 months a year To get to the top takes grit and mean And nightly bouts of prayer A man named Ringo traveled far, From North Dakota way, He’d heard ‘bout Keele since was wee That mint at its feet might pay. He set up camp…
#FF — Lycan
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Lycan Her state ran red in November. Disgusted at a rancid orange stain whose followers believed was the remedy for a malady that afflicted a nation, with the blues she emigrated north to a place where winter still meant something. Dale had given her a lead on an affordable senior…
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