#FF — Auspicious

PHOTO PROMPT © Alicia Jamtaas Energy shoots between their palms, its threads traveling through them like starbursts on Independence Day. Marco, excited to be heading to boot camp, wants to fight the oppressors and drive them from their country. Georgette uses sheer will to keep her smile going for him. She knows what happens to…

#FF — Alternative Programming Part Two

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll I’ve been at the conditioning center a decade; not a bad patient; just not a real good one. Today Snowy, who’s been here longer than me, cracks, “Fake it ’til you make it, eh, Green?” Snowy decorates the floor with her blood. Confined in Reflection (i.e.solitary,) they assign Dr….

#FF — Alternative Programming

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda Chimes flutter at six. Each of us in the dorm are dressed in identical cream scrubs. We stand as one from straw floor pallets. We hygiene and breakfast. At seven we converge on the temple, to hang our egos at the door and cleanse our minds. We sit cross-legged, eyes…

#FF — Chicken

PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind I am a gloomy sort. Doom shrouds my world in shades of carnage red and cancer black. I confidently sidle and stalk through days and nights as my sleaze blends with darkness and my conquests beg for the mercy of release. Yesterday I notice I am being followed. Does the…

#FF — The Call

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot My dingy descent didn’t happen overnight. Each step is an independent entity containing a varied amalgam of components including conscious/unconscious conditioning, fear, impulsivity/ premeditation, peer pressure, focus, practice, tap dancing, blind leaping, thoughtfulness/ thoughtlessness, kindness/cruelty, and so many other motivations/de-motivations. Addictions, also motivated by these, have lubricated the process. Likewise-situated…

#FF — Street Life

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields As seeds we’re imprisoned from the moment we’re released from our mothers’ branches. Pressed by rough fingers into prepared medium in small plastic squares, our sprouted roots escape through drainage holes to touch our kins’. As seedlings we are shifted to larger squares until mature enough to be burlap-sacked. For…

#FF — The Reach of Winter Solstice

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Winter solstice always reaches its fingers out, one hand into the past and one towards the future. I hear a crow’s caw and wonder from which it comes. Eddie’s scent lingers in the closet. His social media status changed back to “in a relationship.” He posts he’s spending Christmas in…