PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox As we coasted into the parking area of the ice cream shoppe, I couldn’t help but notice the pint-sized Chevy ATV next door to it. “I’ll be in in a sec,” I told my friend as she locked up our bikes. While snapping photos, Ken — yes, Barbie’s Ken –…
Category: Friday Fictioneers
#FF — He’s Back!
He’s back, just like he said he would be! It took but minutes to ripple through the digital ether to inform the human population. The website posted his tour schedule, where the faithful were expected to gather to join him, where they would rise to The Promised Land. In city after city, The Faithful climbed…
#FF — No Picnic?
PHOTO PROMPT © Amanda Forestwood Eighteen to the top of the ancient steps. When Luna aligns with carved openings in hilltop’s stones, we, in our flowing cotton garments, climb them. We depend on Mother Haggis’ rolls of the bones to determine our order and duties. I’ve been chosen as drummer and take position at the…
#FF — Blue Stew
Ay was crunchy and gassy. Bee was sweet and acidic. Married in the middle, their grounding spice nourished their relationship well. That is until the salty and sour couple moved in next door. Cee was in marketing and a porn addict. Dee was a palm reader who told her clients the truth. One night over…
#FF — Yellow Light
PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast It started when she was a child, on holiday at the cabin. When the others were out building snow people, cross-country skiing, or ice fishing in shanties, she sprawled on her belly in front of the fireplace and colored pictures. One afternoon, the crackling warmth and yellow light spoke to…
#FF — A Trick of the Light
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Dale’s on an early morning neighborhood walk. As dawn light breaks through clouds, beams fall on the brick building. Are her senses deceiving her? The painted forest gleams. Painted geese are flying. The jay calls. She inhales the perfume of peonies. Darkened windows in the cabin flick on. Dale shakes…
#FF — Smoke on the Water
PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox Bird and Don enjoyed sailing on the Hill’s fifty-footer, but they were tired of being guests. The salesperson assured them no knowledge was needed for pontoon boats; just fill the tank, hop on, and go. They christened her Maryjane and invited a dozen guests for Memorial Day on the water….
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