PHOTO PROMPT @ Jan Wayne Fields It wasn’t her fault she was born with a rickety body. Like an old car that started nickle-and-diming its owner, at age fifty, her conditions, doctor visits, medications, and work sick time became routine. She started using the health credit card to cover insurance co-pays. After the teeth in…
Category: Friday Fictioneers
#FF — Launchpad
PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda As a 12-year-old riding in the back seat of the family Chevrolet, she often passed the tallest building in their town. Craning her neck up, she dreamed one day she would work there, considering it the pinnacle of success in her rustic ignorance. Between then and her dream realized was…
#FF — Gone
PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankivell Once a week for twelve weeks each year for the last decade we gathered. Damaged goods some might say. No matter what else was swirling in the loo in each of our lives, we knew we could depend on her benevolent smile and her gentle voice to rest in when…
#FF — January 20, 2021
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook Electoral College declared Biden and Harris winners in December. January 6, Congress confirmed. Today, they’re inaugurated. White House security last week determined by sonar – no rat shows a blip that big – that the exiting POTUS has dug himself a bunker under it and refuses to concede or face…
#FF — Mortal Coil, Part II
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…
#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…
