PHOTO PROMPT © Ceayr Jerome and Cindy had been together for 25 years; Jerome had marriage aversion and liked things as-is. Cindy realized she needed to explore other options, one of which was Luis in the apartment below theirs. Jerome had never missed a day of work aside from his annual 2-week vacation – until…
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#FF Trouble in Paradise
PHOTO PROMPT © Susan Eames Trouble in Paradise Harold and Maude, both age 74, were in Hawaii for their honeymoon. It was a second marriage for each. Both prior divorces were from spousal abandonment, which left carryover insecurities. Each was determined to keep the other satisfied and wanting more. Maude was an organized planner…
Friday Fictioneers — Learning to play
Penny was tortured each day, while the revelers laughed. Adults did not trust children to be cruel, and so they blindfolded them to remove any chance a child would say no, I don’t want to hurt the donkey. When Penny brayed as the pins pierced her flesh, the adults told the children that she was…
Friday Fictioneers — Pool Time
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Pool Time Each Tuesday afternoon at 2 p.m. they gathered in the pool. All ages, genders, sizes, cultures. Each Tuesday afternoon at 2 p.m. their teacher sat on the raised platform and began to speak. First came weekly check-ins by each and supportive responses from all. Then came…
Friday Fictioneers — Barbed reminders
PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays A once-lush forest was now wasteland. Humans moved in and cut down all of the trees. Once the trees were gone, there was nothing protecting the soil from the scorching sun; it became barren. The wild animals left. Arrogant humans’ ego-driven cravings for ownership built fences for “their” domesticated…
Friday Fictioneers — Every Spring
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Fifty years ago, Winston was one of the first residents in the high rises built near the old temple. Winston’s wife had died that year and his children insisted he move to their big city to be near them. Pulling up lifelong roots, he moved. He was a stranger there….
Friday Fictioneers — Almost Perfect
Every morning they walked, the young girl hand in hand with the beautiful woman with thick curly red hair. Down, down the sandy dune path to the beach they traveled. Leaving their blanket and beach bag behind, they walked along the water to the beam and back, exchanging questions and answers and laughing often. Sun…
