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,…
Category: Friday Fictioneers
#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….
#FF — First Impressions
PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart First Impressions First look at my new post relieved me with its Queen Anne style, painted in coordinating original shades of blues and creams; red begonia garden with fragrant-blossomed tree; framed by white picket fence. After my previous post at dilapidated Windrush, with master’s grasping hands and gaslighting, I felt…
#FF — Escape
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox Escape “You’re doing it again.” Indeed, Robin is – bouncing off of the walls of fantasy, lost in rainbows, surprised caterpillars, and mysteriously webbed lairs of intrigue. “Robin!” She looks up from her phone, yanked back to a reality of Jerry’s grim expression of pained disappointment. When did he get…
#FF — Symbiotes?
PHOTO PROMPT © Ken Arnopole (friend of Ted Strutz) Symbiotes? Gazette publishes monthly articles urging single seniors to stop looking for love; instead, to search for the companionship of a symbiotic relationship. Myrtle, life-long romantic, cancels her subscription. Myrtle accepts when Virginia invites her on a cruise, hopeful that Mr. Right will be aboard. She…
#FF — Til Death (with “If I Was a Blackbird” by Silly Wizard added)
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Til Death Startled awake, I listen for Mr. Coffee’s gurgle, but he’s not singing. It’s always a surprise to realize you’re dead, as our lives continue as if you are alive in the other realm. At first I thought you must be in limbo, waiting for the elevator, but it’s…
#FF — Haunted
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook Haunted Henry’s penthouse gleamed atop the new condo building. It only took a few greased palms over posh lunches in back rooms to condemn and bulldoze homes to make way for the building’s construction. Nobody seemed to care other than the dozen displaced residents whose families had owned those homes…
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