#FF — Si Lom Road

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot They’d met at the Annual International Bingo Conference last year, when it was in his home town. He’d been captivated by the number of cards she could play at one time and by her dobbing skills. She’d liked his smile and his thoughtfulness. They’d learned they also shared a love…

#FF — A Different Sun

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz She’d met someone; started looking after walking in on Jack with Harold. All these years she’d blamed herself for not being attractive enough, accommodating enough, adventurous enough. It was time to feel warm strong arms around her that wanted her. Jack was more than generous as they split up the…

#FF — Lost Respite

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson For twenty-plus years, they’d lived each weekend at the cabin from spring to fall. Social distancing forgotten, they kayaked Duckweed Lake by day and listened to loons calling at dusk from the patio. Mid-October they winterized the place before heading back to Greenville for winter’s prison. It’s April; time to…

#FF — The Queen’s Call

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart The tumor can no longer be ignored. Queen Amanita pulses out via Mycelium Highway, OM-ing: Another Stupid Human Alert! Help! Chitin jurisdictions call kibbutzes. Within an hour, the Oysters, who are well-known altruists, bzz back that they will step up, even though they know it means their disconnect from the…

#FF — 2100 A.D. = 1 VR

PHOTO PROMPT © Anne Higa  Wheezing-gasped real time numerically marked by the birth and death of a deity was over. New microscopic gods were capricious. Similar to how antibiotics against bacteria became ineffective with over-use, viral vaccinations became impotent against super-morphing coiled beasties. We were forced to go virtual to continue… Humans now live in…

#FF — A Dream Deferred

PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox There are no surveillance bulbs in the market corridors. That job remains with the eyes of the vendors. Where cameras take in impersonal grainy images, sharp eyes recognize shifty movements and remember patterns. I begin taking produce bins. My goal is to have ninety by the time the baby is…

#FF — Blended

PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast   Mom liked Butch best. Bedridden and looped up on meds left dad playing her nursemaid. He helped me as he could. Men came and went. When I had my first child, I was on my own — and for the four that followed. I bartended while the oldest watched the…