PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds Everyone recognizes Bill’s utility truck. “There goes Green Hornet Light,” they say whenever the beast rolls down Main. Bill lives at the end of a long 2-track. He doesn’t take much to visitors. Keeps to himself. Bill’s town legend is that he kept Bonnie and Clyde from getting away when…
Category: Friday Fictioneers
#FF — Tower
PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda Kari crossed Bílý Bridge at dusk via horse-drawn sleigh from the train station. It was mid-January. She hugged her soft leather bag close and shivered; it was only partially because of the cold. Craning her neck up as the sleigh lurched over snow-packed cobblestone, she imagined the castle, now a…
#FF — Affirmation
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Bird and Gato made a strange pair. Bird believed that extraterrestrials bestowed humankind with technology; then continued their contact through advising, abducting, and probing us. Gato was raised Christian; he’d been saved at age five and waited patiently for The Return of Jesus. Married twenty-five years, we believed their heated…
#FF — Why Libraries Matter
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz “She may never speak,” intoned Dr. Francis. John and Libby walked out of the specialist’s office with Merry toddling between them, silent, containing. When Merry was safely snuggled in dreamland with Tam, the teddy bear, they agreed that doctors’ egos made them monsters. When John and Libby took Merry to…
#FF — Turn
PHOTO PROMPT © Bradley Harris “It’s the same each time. I’m standing at the top of a green hill, scanning sky and water. I sense the endless emptiness in it, but I have to run towards it or I will be dead from whatever is crashing through the underbrush behind me. I plunge down the…
#FF — The Painter
Every night’s the same, curled in too-rough sheets and too-thin blankets, falling into sleep to moans and screams. We dream behind locked doors. Worse are the prisons of our own minds, which keep us hostage to the whims of institutions. I am out first each morning at the click of the door. My slippered feet…
#FF — Extinguished?
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Harriet’s likeness plasters across multi-media. Dull red surveillance bubbles glow like holiday lights with promises of detection. Capture. Torture. How will we effect an escape for our guiding beacon? “Mama always says, ‘Hide in plain sight’ “ Harriet leads with old wisdom. We hatch a plan. Our pigeons spread word….
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