PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox Cursed Wilmer, last remaining member of his Tribe, died today. He has bequeathed his property to the city, to be used only as a continued resting place for Wilmer and his ancestors. It was they who built sacred stone geometries for funeral rites and other seasonal celebrations. Mayor Stick makes…
Category: Friday Fictioneers
#FF — Dadaroche
PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio Dadaroche Dadaroche’ platinum chariot purrs along the dusty streets of the small, parched village. Everyone recognizes him. Many believe he was brought by God; others know different. Dadaroche preaches on Sundays. After-service chit-chats inform him whose homes have working mothers and absent fathers; which homes have hunger. He knows…
#FF — Baby Daddy
PHOTO PROMPT © Nancy Richy Baby Daddy Such a perfect day: high sixties, rose fragrance on gentle breeze, birds chirping. The world is happy – except for Harald. The shadow of his predicament creates an impenetrable barrier to any joy. Loretta will pick him up soon. The flirtation with the home health aid gave him…
#FF — Almost Like Home
PHOTO PROMPT©Dale Rogerson Almost Like Home I creep from the unruly lot just before dawn and return just past dusk. I’ve been squatting in the space that’s been boarded-up and taped-off since my pal, Minnie, got strangled in there a few years back. I make sure not to disturb the greenery as I come and…
#FF — Mom Talk
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields “You chose your home well, in dappled shade, where food loves to rest from scorching sun,” said Miss Dragonfly. “Indeed. Spring was summer and summer is something beyond, heat-wise. Exposed would have meant death for my family,” said Miss Spider. “We may need to add a season,” said Miss Dragonfly….
#FF — HAL’s Progeny
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox (aka me) HAL’s Progeny I am a world builder; a digital artist. Armies march in the distance to my touch in films and immersive video games. Companies wait years to hire me. My four-sided glass studio rests on a mountaintop looking over a green-carpeted valley; I reign in my worlds….
#FF — Servant
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…
