PHOTO PROMPT © Penny Gadd “How did you find us, brother?,” asked Araba. “Mother hid a family photo in my pack, which I have protected all of these years,” said Kwaku, as he pulled out a dog-eared photo. It was of all six of them, with their names, their city, and a date. The quadruplets…
Category: Friday Fictioneers
#FF — Missing Child(hood)
PHOTO PROMPT © Linda Kreger Araba, Akuba, and Ekuwa invited the stranger to sit with them. Kwaku told of going with Boss Kobby when he was six and living in a hut on the shores of Lake Volta. His job was to dive underwater to untangle nets. He almost drowned many times. When he asked…
#FF — Plus One
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson The triplets lived near each other; for forty years they had a standing lunch date for the first Friday of the month. Today’s lunch was at Sal’s By The Beach. As the sisters waited for the Blue Light Special, fricaseed blackfish, they got so caught up in the conversation that…
#FF — My sister’s husband
PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields My Sister’s Husband I watched their meticulous attempts at reconciliation, knowing at the same time they would fail. As what they had crumbled under the weight of dense, irreducible icons of betrayal and unforgiveness, each turned in click-heel, simultaneous conclusion and walked in opposite directions. I stood nearby, in…
#FF — Bingo!
PHOTO PROMPT © Randy Mazie Miriam had been taught to take good care of her skin. She knew that sun, cheap soap, and crankiness would result in wrinkles, age spots, and blemishes. Miriam stood out in a crowd, especially at bingo. Although seventy, people said she looked forty. At the weekly bingo game, a middle-aged…
#FF — Swallowed Whole
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz Every time, the dream was the same. She was piloting a small seaplane. Looking down she saw the ripples on the lake. She had a flawless landing. Exhilirated, the plane was moving towards the floating dock as the smiling resort staff walked towards her. All of a sudden a slimy…
#FF — Excess
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Blanche’s predilections were closing in. She’d had them under control until she met Cushman. Cushman’s addictive personality was contagious, and soon she was infected. Spending with plastic at overpriced boutiques, gorging on junk food with wild abandon, riding everywhere in a limousine, Tinder trios and EDM clubs seven nights a…
