PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields All season they march out, culinary soldiers, to our raised bed, pillaging our peppery leaves and primary-colored blossoms. Armed with birchwood baskets, their hands reach with harvesting intent, plucking at-will, collecting our dismembered corpses with bright smiles. Some even whistle as they work. Then back they trudge to dissect…
Category: Friday Fictioneers
#FF — Pink Princess
PHOTO PROMPT © C.E.Ayr December, a week before Christmas, she walked down the steps of the plane, her face embraced by warm tropical breeze. She looked skyward, thanking heaven for leading her here. “Taxi!,” a voice called. Taxi in Costa Rica meant a man on a trike that had a bench for two on the…
#FF — Nature’s Blessings
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook Each fall for thirty years they dredged the lake bottom. Pungent deposits, once dried, became super-soil they used to grow dahlias, tomatoes, peppers, eggplant, and the rest. Money earned from the produce sold at market was enough to keep their lakeside cabin warm in winter. Spring 2020, gale-force winds clenched…
#FF — These Days
PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin These days she was feeling the heat. Her old boss kept claiming her ideas until he was promoted to division chief. The new boss, twenty years her junior, learned all he could from her then downsized her. A trickle of unemployment benefits were left and the headhunters could only offer…
#FF — Harvest
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson WARNING: may not be suitable for squeamish readers Rats gnawing. Stabbing pain. Falling forever. Maniacal laughter. Trevor woke with a splash, teeth chattering enough to chip his caps, in a tub he didn’t recognize. The water was ice cold – and pink. Head fuzzy, he cast about to orient. White…
#FF — The Wrong Shoes
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot It was so simple to don scrubs, ID, and mask. No one glanced her way on the graveyard shift as she wheeled the newborn pod from the nursery, into the elevator, and abandoned it; then carried her precious cargo out of the hospital’s delivery dock doors. Baby June, being the…
#FF — “OK, Boss”
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields She followed the bright blue dot through dingy streets until the girl entered, “Down Island Traders.” Lara’s eyes moved to the upstairs windows where back-lit shadows mingled. Should she wait? Did Leon have time for her to wait? She walked down the alley at the side of the building, found…
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