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…
Category: Friday Fictioneers
#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…
#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…
#FF — Trapped
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Trapped Any tea drinker knows that in order to make room for hot tea in the cup, she needs to sip or pour some of the cool out. Mary’s countertop is stained from spills. She’s never quite gotten the knack of giving a little. Mary, imprisoned by sentimental memories from…
#FF — Flyin’ Shoes
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Over-tired eyes glued to work screen, my peripheral vision snags a figure floating past outside. It’s a Hopper, as evidenced by the telltale rippling blur effect of the traveler about to leave, or just roll into, now. Twenty years ago, Richard begged me to join Corps with him. “We can…
#FF — Night Hunter
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox Night Hunter July tourists and townies imprint on sugar sand until it is dappled like elephant skin. Sol, melted butter in the clouds, toasts the water golden. Gulls toddle, amongst toddlers to seniors drowsing on terry, seeking out dropped chips or buns. Nobody pays notice to the beach junk driftwood,…
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