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…
Category: Friday Fictioneers
#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…
#FF — Just What the Patient Ordered
PHOTO PROMPT © Nancy Richy Just What the Patient Ordered “The doctor will see you now.” Startled from doomscrolling, I look up into the creased face of Harriet. She’s wearing Golden Girl themed scrubs today. I follow her away from the fuzzy grey chairs of the fuzzy grey room. In stark contrast, Dr. Houdini’s cherry-wood-paneled…
#FF — Heads Up!
PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast Heads Up! Blinding light, then nothingness. Awakened, telestrated, mouthpiece of the gods. Hear us! Life’s a free ticket to ride yahtzee roll. Doesn’t mean you should ghost your way through. Cranium and seek clues to our strategy. You’re on a battleship against darkness, surrounded by sharks. Our monopoly on Fate…
#FF — Melatonin Cushion, or Rude Awakening
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Melatonin Cushion The melatonin worked. Nothing interrupted my floating sleep last night. Absent was the recurring nightmare of headlights, fire, a blanketing black umbrella-like claw descending upon Fremont, the smell of smoke, and the cacophony of sirens and screams. Refreshed after sleeping soundly for the first time in months, I…
#FF — There’s No Place Like Home
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook There’s No Place Like Home My lids are closed, my breathing even and shallow. Sheepskin bedding cushions me. The air carries a hint of lilac over linament smell. Cat Stevens’, “Tea for the Tillerman” croons low in the background, in a duet with intravenous machine beeps. Minnie is warm against…
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