#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…

#FF — The dangers of doodling

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot It started with doodling on a long phone conversation. My mind was focused, but my hand took a journey on the paper. It began looping lines, first one color and then another. A form began to take shape. Then something strange happened. Just my finger started drawing white lines on…

#FF — Cat and Mouse Play

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart “How’s the suite? What’s that sound?” Jill asks. “Roomy with lots of windows. It’s a thunderstorm.” Jack says. “Ooh, nice!  And a thunderstorm sounds cozy. Take a pic, I want to see!” says Jill. Jack snaps a quick pic, then sends. Jill zooms in on the bits of figures in…

#FF — Timeless

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Merle’s now-silver, but still-wavy hair shines like a beacon from a block away. He’s sitting at their bench, the one they met at each afternoon after classes. The campus has changed so much, but the iron bench remains, the same deep blue the sky has on a clear day. Marie…

#FF — birthday celebration

PHOTO PROMPT © Alicia Jamtaas Only a keen eye notices the garlic; if they do, they know I am a gardener and think nothing of it. Six summers ago, neighborhood pets start disappearing. By August, it is children. In December, l lay the trap, and on New Year’s Eve, it takes the bait. Its silver…

#FF — Like a King

PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankeville Harald lived with his family over the fence. Wise Queen Martha chose Gene’s yard. Gene was a gardener who enjoyed bringing new cultivars home. He squeezed them into the already overflowing beds from spring until fall; a dazzling array of colors and fragrances. When Gene planted cushion hakea, Harald went…