PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Since so many wondered what happened in last week’s story, I decided to write another chapter in it. If you missed it, you can find it here. Steve’s parrot, Georgie’s, “Hello!” woke him from his La-z-boy dozing. Georgie greeted every visitor when she heard them at the door. Steve wondered…
Category: Friday Fictioneers
#FF — Mortal Coil
PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr Sun crackled designs on the surface of the water. The first sunny day in a month, they’d sprinted to the beach for the show. Weathercasters could offer no explanation for the dense planetary cloud coverage – or what cleared it. Laughing and chattering with others who’d gathered waterside, a humming filled…
#FF — Fall Adventure
PHOTO PROMPT © Susan Eames By fall of 2021, the pandemic is gasping its last. Everything fun was back on the table. Bart pushed himself away from the keyboard with a satisfied grin. “Honey, you’ll never guess where we’re going for our anniversary.” On December tenth, they were riding a snow tractor to the lodge…
#FF — Mantra
PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter Warning: disturbing subject matter that may be triggering for some. Similar to a rotting tooth’s deep, throbbing pain and no dentist available for a month, George used whiskey to numb his deep, throbbing depression. Upon leaving, Patti’s eviscerating, “I want a real man.” echoed through his skull no matter how…
#FF — A Happy Meal
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson She layered their shirts and pants before putting their threadbare thrift store coats on them. The oversized boots they’d had to choose because that’s all that was left were an advantage in winter. More room for layers of socks. Their hats, scarves, and mittens, donated by the ladies of the…
#FF — Taste of Heaven
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Dawn-to-dusk they nurture the orchard. The trees give them life by their fruit. Billi and the rest are rotated one day a week to sell their pomegranate products. Three at a time they go, loading the truck before dawn then filling the stand with cool freshness. City people appreciate…
#FF — Chosen by a Goddess
photo (c) J Hardy WARNING: Disturbing content Chosen by a Goddess For years I watched them. My faded blue uniform, dingy yellow pail on wheels with filthy water, and heavy mop gave me a front-row ticket to the show. Every morning and afternoon, they knelt before me, a chorus of chattering goddesses, their firm young…
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