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…
Category: Friday Fictioneers
#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…
#FF — Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door*
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door* Beth knows she lived in Manzano for twenty years. When others find out that she used to live in a place reported to be a culturally enriched, bohemic paradise, they invariably ask, “What was it like to live in Manzano?” Beth would love to answer from…
#FF — Juvie
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Juvie He’d done it on a dare. Pete was new to Oakridge. It was his third new school this year. His folks struggled to pay rent with minimum wage jobs. They were familiar with the ham-fisted pound at the front door. Kids that move around a lot are left with…
#FF — Bats in the Belfry
PHOTO PROMPT © Jen Pendergast Bats in the Belfry Reverend June looked for divine inspiration to write this Sunday’s sermon, her first in the new parish. She was replacing Father Flannery, who’d disappeared suddenly, location unknown, after thirty years at the pulpit. She’d heard so much about Father Flannery as a preacher who could sway…
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