PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox When we were given tours of the rooms that were available, the director proudly showed off the few who had tubs. “Just think of soaking in hot water and bubble bath when winter comes!” she gushed to my mother. The tub, nutritious meals, and the view were the biggest selling…
Category: Friday Fictioneers
#FF — I Remember Part 3
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Manny, our neighbor, pounded on our door. “What’s going on in there. Loretta has called the police.” Manny and Loretta had tolerated Mama’s wails during Daddy’s “corrections,” but now that a baby was involved… “You’re going to pay for this,” Daddy said, and squeezed Mama’s arm, hard. Soon, Officer Jones…
#FF — I Remember Part 2
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…
#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…
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