PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz Tweet: Paper votes are sad. Joffrey’s “landslide victory” was effected through a nation-wide voting machine virus. The Gamerican People began rioting. Givil War II was commencing, with GAGA outnumbered 10:1 by Bernites. Joffrey consulted Par-a-Gago’s resident witch for ideas on crowd control. Tweet: Free white hoods available at every mall….
Category: Friday Fictioneers
#FF — last dessert
It was Lana’s second week at the hospice center. Her loss of appetite didn’t help her choke down small bits of the ill-prepared special diet prescribed for her condition. The morphine drip eased the pain but it didn’t kill her craving for one more bowl of butter pecan ice cream. Jimmy promised he’d bring some,…
#FF — Breathe
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll Breathe The schedule rested on the ledge at the guard shack. Electric devices long gone, the only way to make an appointment was to physically make one in the book. Reservations were out weeks; visitors felt blessed it wasn’t months. Dome Association sites each had rustic campsites for waiters….
#FF — Oasis
PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr Oasis Each morning she slathered on a pharmaceutical witches brew and stepped into The Salton Sea. Most Bombay Beach RV dwellers scuttled to their metal pods in the heat. Attenuated to the stench and light as lithium, she floated with the gulls, cushioned by tilapia springs. She could see Salvation…
#FF Bright Anchor
Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields He was a colorful speaker; a man whose spirit caught others on fire; an anchoring icon to his community since moving to it fifty years ago. It was those abilities that caught the attention of leaders of the new fascist regime. They needed a man like him. On a Sunday afternoon in June,…
#FF — The Price of Freedom
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…
#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…
