PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Not a Dream He woke up, disoriented. The last thing he remembered was unclipping Fiyaro’s leash from his collar and thinking about getting a cup of coffee after the run. Where was he? It wasn’t the Cape Cod cabin, but it was a familiar cabin; his grandparents’ guest house cabin…
Category: Friday Fictioneers
#FF — Nouveau
PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart Nouveau Nouveau is the last city standing on Earth. Intact brick buildings line well-lit, clean – some might say sterile — streets. Very few humans walk its streets. Those linked to the masters. Every first of the month it rains for precisely one hour. Humans wait for that hour and…
#FF — Cupid’s Bow
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox Cupid’s Bow Memoir. Year 1961 “Meet you at Cupid’s Bow at three!,” Bobby’s fading voice said as we each rode our bikes away from each other. Bobby didn’t need to say it because it had been our routine every day without fail this summer. My family was headed back to…
#FF — Goodwill
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Goodwill I’m sweeping the front stoop when they visit my shop; the lady with honey-shine hair and emerald eyes, holding hands with her small, pale son. They spend an afternoon looking for tiles to refurbish her patio. Her garrulousness almost overwhelms me, yet I appreciate her knowledge of clay, glazes,…
#FF — Still Here
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Still Here My last competition in pole vaulting was in 1972. Three silvers and a gold rest on blue velvet in my parents’ living room. The committee recruited me in 1975 to be a commentator in Montreal. My first thought of the tower when I saw it was, how long…
#FF — Road to Heaven
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Road to Heaven Susie and Derek met as young’ns. Susie’s dad was a preacher on the tent revival circuit, and Derek’s made sure the trucks kept a-going and the tent didn’t blow over in the OK winds. Every evening, before Papa Ted preached his fire and brimstone, Susie, Derek, and…
#FF — Done Waiting
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook Done Waiting Gert rings two shorts, pause, one long, for Deb to bring tea. “Let me tell you how it’s going to be,” Reg says as he props his mud-caked boots on the tea table. “I’ll get you the money, I just need a little more time,” says Gert. “Done…
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