PHOTO PROMPT © Alicia Jamtaas Land’s Promise Josiah and Marg are preparing for the journey out West. Folks are saying land out there is free for the taking. Just married, they want a homestead to raise a family. Josiah drives the wagon to *Knockemstiff’s General Store. He listens as Mr. McCallum specifies the vitals. “…You’ll…
Category: Friday Fictioneers
#FF — The Other Side of the River
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson The Other Side of the River Jimmy was so busy rolling his snowman’s head that he didn’t notice Pepper’s leash had slipped off of the rickety step rail. :::POP::: :::Yelp!::: Jimmy’s head swiveled to the sounds. He saw Pepper dragging one leg as she scrambled on the ice to make…
#FF — The Last Blue Whale
PHOTO PROMPT © Peter Abbey The Last Blue Whale Dawn’s boardwalk gate opening brought clumps of gawkers, who walked en masse the hundred steps to Observation Station. Some spoke; most didn’t. It was as if the silent ones were aware of the importance of remembering. Like instinctual clockwork, as a new clump approached, those at…
#FF — Pastoral
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Pastoral Dotty, Doug, and Pickle are visiting today. Dotty and I prepare soup and salad for lunch; Finn takes Doug and Pickle out to show them livestock babies and gardens. Pickle lifts a rock behind the back barn and a coral snake bites her. Pickle’s scream echoes into the open…
#FF — Bring a Suit!
PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast After city dwelling for sixty years I moved into a northern berg. A week after moving into the bungalow on Main Street, I found Roslyn’s Cafe. I walk the block each morning for a cuppajoe, the senior breakfast special, and the hum of human conversation. Over time, I even began…
#FF — Forever Yours
She’s on to me. And I’ve been so careful. She doesn’t know me, but she knows me. Despite hats, sunglasses, garment changes, my hiding in the shadows, she catches on. Maybe it’s the way I stand? My tall, sparse frame? Maybe it’s the glint of light off of my telephoto lens? I think some part…
#FF — Posse
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson My mind traipses a fertile terrain. Old friends and family tell me it often wanders too far and for too long. It’s true at times it gets stuck in muddy details, but what part of life isn’t messy when taken to far reaches? My imagination will never be content with…
