PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot I was a cranky baby. The expired formula never set right. Thin and mewling, Mama did her best to soothe me with bouncing and sugar tits; even sneaking a thimble full of Daddy’s whiskey to give me once in awhile. Mama and I spent most days in the back room…
Category: Friday Fictioneers
#FF — I Remember
The first time I can remember drawing it was in first grade. Our teacher walked around the room asking students questions. “Where is that, Jeannie?” I didn’t know. In middle school, they asked the same. By high school, my technique flourished and teachers submitted my works to competitions where they won prizes. Now a freshman…
#FF — So long
PHOTO PROMPT © Starsinclayjars Yuri had been a teaser from day one. “Your skin is the white of curdled milk.” “Where’d you find that dress? At the circus?” It had been part of a mildly aggravating yet electric courtship between them. Yuri made Hilda laugh which helped make a sweet sauce for midnight desserts. Twenty…
#FF — One Eye
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson To them, I am a seer. They make their pilgrimages from every corner of the county. They rest on their bedrolls until it is their time to bring me their troubles, their dreams, and their secret desires. My visions not only give, but they must have their due. Little Mary…
#FF — Redemption
PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox Her chartreuse splendor entranced Ralphie. Wouldn’t he be the envy of his buddies; no doubt the lovelies would flock to her like a bogo sale on lace panties. Ralphie’s imagination was much grander than his reality. Popo pulled him over when he passed. No more back-door, down-low activities; she was…
#FF — Jackson
PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds Johnny and June met in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout.* Johnny was lonely; June, a colorful butterfly that landed on his property one summer day. During the day Johnny shared his resources with her and at night June shared her fire with him. Sunflower was born on the…
#FF — Cleared
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields The knock sends arrows of dread shooting through my body and the sound of a train begins to grow in my head. Mary and “the crew,” with their trucks and their cameras, are early. Although Mary was a weak-willed child that was easy to control, she’s grown up to be…
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