PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook On summer afternoons, teenagers walk past, laughing and chasing each other, most times oblivious of our existence as anything other than a pile of rocks. Occasionally one will say, “Look at that pile of rocks!” How cavalier young people of today are! They wouldn’t believe it if we told them…
Category: Friday Fictioneers
#FF — Chilled Return
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson On Christmas Eve morning, Richard heard the iron gates of Ionia Prison slam shut behind him. He walked two miles to the bus depot, then rubbed life back into his now-numb hands before buying a ticket to Montague. Richard stopped for a cuppajoe, then went to the cemetery, where he…
#FF — Problem solved?
PHOTO PROMPT © Mikhael Sublett Angeline found her dream job in Grand Rapids, MI; but she lived fifty miles away. She loved her home and didn’t want to sell it, but she didn’t want to drive all that way five days a week either. She reconciled temporarily by leasing an efficiency apartment in Grand Rapids,…
#FF — Ashes Like Snow
PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria The BOOM pulled us out into the night. At first they said it was a fire, but the colors looked all wrong. It felt like a holiday, and the children chased each other in the dewy grass as we watched the glow reach heaven. The ashes fell on us…
#FF — Commemorated Damages
PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr Verdant land of plenty Rivers of buffalo Where one serves many Rivers, falls, streams Being where they will Fish jump, living dreams Nomadic tribes Travel with herds, seasons Balance earth and sky Invaders from across Where no canoe has been Stragglers tossed Invasive species Spreading white disease Unbottled genies Mountains…
#FF — Adventures in OMB
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll Horatio Maurice Peabody worked out of a cubbyhole at Michigan’s Office of Management and Budget (OMB.) Mr. Peabody’s desk had three monitors, one ten-key adding machine, three legal pads, and a Yahtzee cup of pens and pencils on it. His job was to analyze where too little money was…
#FF — Howl’s Return
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Howl left the moving castle, then strolled down the quiet sidewalk to the Ghibli Watering Hole. Old Horatio was still behind the bar. “Howl, it’s been an emperor’s age since I saw you! You’ll have the usual?” “Glad to see you’re still pouring, my friend. Yes, please.” “Where have you…
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