PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox End One Way “It needs more cowbell,” says John. Yoko, holding the cowbell, smirks and nods. “I can’t keep proper time with it gonging in my ear,” says Ringo. “Forget the cowbell. We need some horns to offset the piano,” says Paul. Billy had mentioned this to Paul last night…
Category: Friday Fictioneers
#FF — Heavenly Notice
PHOTO PROMPT – © J Hardy Carroll Heavenly Notice Father Wiggan rose as he had risen for the last sixty years, standing first at the urinal then kneeling at the altar. Sister Loretta set the mug of aromatic coffee before him at the century-old oak kitchen table. He could smell the usual butter-fried eggs cooking….
#FF — Salesman
PHOTO PROMPT © Jen Pendergast Salesman Gerard busies himself applying patchouli-mint gel that holds his blonde-streaked hair in place. He dons a white shirt that twins his capped smile and contrasts so well with his tan. Cool gray pleated pants are next, finished with argyle socks and gleaming black shoes. Gerard turns and smiles before…
#FF — One More Time (fan-fic)
PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford One More Time Ripley stretches her new body, disturbing Jones’ sleep. He meows in protest, stands, hunch-stretches, and heads for the kitty box. Coffee! Her body says. Espresso gurgles and steams. Ripley’s lips have just touched the rim of the cup when her comms unit goes off. “We need…
#FF — Saved by a Fungi
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Saved by a Fungi Jeremitha, age fifteen, is the oldest of five children. The family lives in a stone house they moved into a decade earlier. She remembers her father designing, creating, and installing their iron front steps. Between children, Jeremitha’s mother restored the interior to its 1700’s-era splendor. Dr….
#FF — Green Thumbs
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook Green Thumbs Young Horatio left his job in Lush Valley because Lady Jane brushed her boom-bas up against him one too many times. At dawn in early fall, he filled the panniers with work and other clothes, his shaving kit, a dozen oatmeal cookies he pilfered from the main kitchen,…
#FF — First Fourth
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot First Fourth Stars in the sky tonight come from bridge globes, cell phone glows, and gunpowder concoctions. It’s as if the real ones have gotten the night off. I stand shoulder to shoulder with strangers at the rail, watching the spectacle. Turning left and right, I see shining, smiling faces….
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