PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson I woke up in a dressing room. Frenzied prep permeated. Behind my seat was a make-up person. “Where am I? What’s going on?” The gentleman dusting my cheeks with powder smiled and nodded in the mirror. Preparation complete, I and the rest of the players were pointed towards the stage….
Category: Friday Fictioneers
#FF — Plugged in
PHOTO PROMPT © Dawn Miller “What do you think, Myrna?” Myrna sat hunched on the pastel green vinyl hospital rocker next to mother’s bed, her hand resting softly on the woven cotton blanket covering her mother’s inert foot. It had been six months on the respirator, with tube feedings, and no indicators of improvement. Doctors…
#FF — Thawing Pillars
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Melissa’s family Century farm was doing well. Her grandparents would be proud. Robert’s family grocery store was ready for a change after seventy-five years. Both Melissa and Robert were in their fifties and had devoted their lives to their work, leaving little for things like relationships. Nowville’s small community’s progressives…
#FF — I’m YUGE!
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….
#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…
