PHOTO PROMPT © AJ Wilson “Sure, you can camp on the back forty this summer,” says Uncle Barney. Adam and Eva have dreamed of country living for years. After splurging on tent, umbrellas, coolers, cots, and other essentials, their first night in the wild is June first. On July first, Adam drives the hour back…
Category: Friday Fictioneers
#FF — Making Lemonade (alternate title, as suggested by Rochelle) Two Straws
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Wilma loved everything about the new townhouse – except the front steps. What architect in their right mind would have designed them this way? Wilma’s extra large feet had to pick their way carefully each time. Even though they were covered with thick rubber tread, she clung to the railing…
#FF — I Want My Mummy, or If You’re Poor in a Heat Wave, Your Chances of Dying from an Unpaid Electric Bill are Good
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Monday the First Rona had cranked the air conditioning up to max the night before, knowing that power shut-off was sometime today. She shivered until dawn, knowing the cold would last a little longer in the hottest summer in human history. Monday the Thirty-First The building super pounded on Rona’s…
#FF — Just Like Old Times
PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin We met in fifth grade, when my family moved to Pleasantry. We were neighbors and best friends into high school. I always had his ear to share my secret shame. At seventeen I hitchhiked away. By forty, I was disappeared into a bottle, living in a boarding house. I don’t…
#FF — Seeing is Believing
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox As we coasted into the parking area of the ice cream shoppe, I couldn’t help but notice the pint-sized Chevy ATV next door to it. “I’ll be in in a sec,” I told my friend as she locked up our bikes. While snapping photos, Ken — yes, Barbie’s Ken –…
#FF — He’s Back!
He’s back, just like he said he would be! It took but minutes to ripple through the digital ether to inform the human population. The website posted his tour schedule, where the faithful were expected to gather to join him, where they would rise to The Promised Land. In city after city, The Faithful climbed…
#FF — No Picnic?
PHOTO PROMPT © Amanda Forestwood Eighteen to the top of the ancient steps. When Luna aligns with carved openings in hilltop’s stones, we, in our flowing cotton garments, climb them. We depend on Mother Haggis’ rolls of the bones to determine our order and duties. I’ve been chosen as drummer and take position at the…
