PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Servant I was once grains of silica blanketing shores and lakebeds, a servant to feet, fins, and flora. You capture me unaware. Screened under your watchful eyes, I finally meet your demanding requirements. Crucibled with soda and lime, you stoke my passion with seventeen-hundred-degree Celcius flames until I’m an amorphous…
Category: Friday Fictioneers
#FF — Car Five
PHOTO PROMPT © Mr. Binks Car Five Marty saw the “help wanted” sign on the fence on Friday afternoon. By Friday night, he was wearing a red-striped vest worn by employees of Bing’s Carnival and operating the Octopus. After a week of loading and unloading patrons and watching the arms of the beast dip and…
#FF — The Secret Ingredient
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields The Secret Ingredient My tastes are very particular. He has to be part Viking and part Mr. Rogers, part Sisyphus and part Quixote, part God and part earthworm, part wizard and part toad. I am each suitors’ Excalibur as they approach my stone heart and attempt to draw positive regard…
#FF — Sanctuary
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Sanctuary Laurel doesn’t get the geometry of religion, only that most of them have females drawing the short stick; and those different, between-genders draw matchsticks that want to burn them at the stake. As she’s a spiritual person seeking sacred community, she decides to do online research to see if…
#FF — Earth’s Overlords
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox Earth’s Overlords Concrete cannot withstand them. Water hastens them. Eating them slows them, but herbivores can eat only so much. Wood gives way with persuasion. Metal withstands, but rust eventually conquers it. Humans have taken to the waterways. We go ashore periodically, seeking sources of meat, fruit, and herbs. Mycellial…
#FF — Miss, Right?
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz Miss, Right? “Mom and Dad, I want you to meet her! She’s my everything!” Chip, our thirty-five-year-old son, chose video games over partnering up years ago. His proclamation fills me with glazed confusion peppered with hope. “Where’d you meet her?,” my wife asks. “Gaming chat room six months ago. She’s…
#FF — Portal
PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind Portal On our daily lunch walk, we passed a faerie tree. Most people regard faeries as Tom-thumb-sized sprites who flit meadows and ponds like fireflies. Some know that faeries have mischievous spirits, so it’s best not to antagonize them thus earning their ire. “Dale, stop a minute. I want to…
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