PHOTO PROMPT© Ted Strutz Myra dreamed of being an architect after her sixth-grade field trip. Mr. James showed the class wall-sized murals, blueprints, 3-D models, then walked them through a church he’d designed. Approaching the end of her first year in college, Myra asked Mr. James if she could be a summer intern. He smiled…
Category: Friday Fictioneers
#FF — Payback
PHOTO PROMPT© Jennifer Pendergast He’d raped my sister and several other women, but as town judge he was untouchable. I snuggled up to him at Joey’s, his favorite pickup spot, and soon we were parked by the pond. It was easy to rufi him. Once he passed out, I rolled him in. As his secretary,…
#FF — Paragon
PHOTO PROMPT© Roger Bultot Morgan appraised himself in the mirror and smiled. He was well-regarded in his job as administrator at the town’s library, partly due to staff receiving generous gift cards at the holidays. His Wednesday night poker group loved him as he often had bad luck. The pastor at church praised him with…
#FF — Goodbye, Mama
PHOTO PROMPT© Na’ama Yehuda תודה חברה שלי Abandoning Michigan winters and my family had been necessary. I’d lived in Hawaii for thirty years when Dotty, my youngest sister, called and said Mama didn’t have long. I packed my peach fleece-lined jacket. They hovered around her, their faces uncharacteristically crumpled and wet. Dotty moved aside, said,…
#FF — Commerce
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll The nondescript warehouses between the tracks and the hills had become a landscape feature over time. The county books listed it as abandoned; yet every year, like clockwork, the property taxes were paid. Engineers on trains passing through at night saw flickering lights and sometimes caught what sounded like…
#FF — Swarm
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook It started when we cut the trees. Bigger animals, i.e. bears, deer, squirrels, snakes, bats, rabbits, birds, mice, and such up and left. We never noticed before how much trees’ leaves shaded us from Sol, who seems to burn hotter every year. Their cooling umbrella now gone, and because…
#FF — Be Mine
PHOTO PROMPT © Russell Gayer “Albert?,” says Anna. I look at Anna’s face to see an expression somewhere between confusion and fear. Albert is a name I’ve heard Anna say many times when she’s decompressing after an especially trying day. Della, her boss, keeps her cousin, Albert, on the payroll more out of guilt than…
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