PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson I’ve taken up residence in the hay next to Old Marie. She was never meant to be pregnant, but Midnight’s (the stallion’s) unlocked stall (or maybe the sly devil nosed it open hisself?) happened a year ago and here we are. Doc Jones says abortion will kill Old Marie. I…
Category: Friday Fictioneers
#FF — Joe’s Crab Shack
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Situated a short block from waterfront seasonal condos, the converted fish cannery serves both tourists and locals alike. There is no mystery about the menu: crab, hushpuppies, corn-on-the-cob, and Millie’s home-made peach pie, with craft brews to wash it down with. Newbies marvel at suspended and affixed memorabilia above them….
#FF — Mariah!!!!!
PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox It was just another Friday for Lu. Riding bus one-fourteen after work, he planned on getting off at Mandarin to pick up his bottle of vodka, a six-pack of ginger beer, and his favorite bento before walking two blocks to his apartment to binge-watch, “Lost.” They were stopped at the…
#FF — Prowess
PHOTO PROMPT © Alicia Jamtaas Hugh’s lair is fully equipped to impress his lovers, from the twinkle lights to the slate fireplace, from the soft Italian leather to the sequoia slab table. Hugh’s suggested hunting prowess manifests in the mounted moose skull. He meets them at networking conferences in the city, flirts until five, then…
#FF — The Blah of Beige
PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young Spider felt weary in his marrow. The gravity of depression was unsettling. His hunting clockwork, accustomed to clicking along as it explored angles to exploit, had unwound, stopping here, in the featurelessness of beige. Why had Poppy vanished? Yes, he would have ground her heart to dust in time, but…
#FF — Shapes in the Clouds (RIP Sinead O’Connor)
PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast Back then Horatio was a boy who preferred watching shapes shift in the clouds to math equations and book reports. His mother, a chemist, and his father, a civil engineer, left parent-teacher conferences tight-lipped and disappointed. “It’s time you faced the real world, son,” his father said as he left…
#FF — A Summer of Rickshaw
PHOTO PROMPT © Amanda Forestwood My hunger lashed me to a criminal lifestyle, yet I had neither the wiles nor the heart for crime. My third arrest for pie stealing had my voluminous form standing before Magistrate Holmes. From high on her perch of justice, the magistrate sentenced me to a summer of rickshaw. From…
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