Destroy All Evidence


PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

It was a great invention and I stole it fair and square.  I just had a few things I had to do.

The first was to find a buyer.  I thought about one of the big three, the US, Russia or China, but perhaps a smaller player like Israel or a surprise buyer like Pakistan would be better.

The second was to test the prototype.

The third was to get rid or the real inventor, Dave.

I could combine those last two.

Luckily it worked as advertised, disintegrating all organic material.  Unluckily there was more to Dave than organic material.

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © J Hardy Carroll.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

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Sorry, I couldn’t resist doing a second one.  Also sorry that the story only works with the photo.  I often forget to add descriptions to photos for vision impaired people.  I need to get into a habit of doing it…. I hope you enjoy.


Crossing – #writephoto


Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is the fifteenth exciting episode of The Mad Quest!  You can start at the beginning, go to the previous chapter or to the table of contents.

A little after noon Merla called Silriend over.

“I want you to make our army invisible,” she said.

“What!” said the king of the little people.

“I know they won’t be invisible, but I want it so our enemies ignore them and only see each other.  I know you can do that with others, for you make Warph disappear all of the time.  This time, however, I want you to stay visible with me and Lorunce.”

“That might be impossible.”

“If you notice, I have asked them to hide.  Or at least stay out of sight.  I want them to be prepared for an attack, but I want them to not be seen.” Continue reading

When I Was Your Age… (R-E-S-P-E-C-T)


PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

“Get outta the way, old man.”

“Go around me.”

“But I want to walk there.  They should shoot old people like you.”

Henry stopped.  The 20-something stopped as well instead of stepping around him.

“When I was your age…”

“Well, you’re not.  Now go off and die somewhere else.”

Henry reached down, took off his left leg and then stood balanced on his right.

The young man paused only a second before trying to kick Henry’s good leg.

The kick didn’t land, but Henry’s foot did.

“When I was your age, I was shot,” Henry said as he walked away.

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © J Hardy Carroll.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

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As I was rereading this before posting, a song went through my mind, so I changed the title, adding that last tag line.  Yeah, Aretha was asking for some respect for other reasons, but still, we all do want just a little bit, don’t we?

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The Halley Branch – Launch Date!

The Halley Branch Cover

I am pleased to announce a launch date for The Halley Branch!  Unless something changes, it will be published on Tuesday, July 24, 2018.  That is exactly three weeks from today!

An evil 300 years in the making.  A trap set 150 years in the past.

The day should have been a normal “family day” at the Hawkins’ Mausoleum, but a premonition followed Trevor into the crypt. To make matters worse, he couldn’t shake his morning vision of a dead woman draped in a funeral-shroud.

After rescuing a girl trapped in the tomb, repressed memories forced him to reevaluate everything. Was his extended family a cult with roots going back to America’s colonial past?  Was the evil Benjamin Halley still stalking his tomb after 150 years? Was there any truth to the Power described by the family’s patriarch, Miles Hawkins?

Trevor realized that he was being manipulated and drawn into a trap set in the 19th century, and feared that everyone around him had already been ensnared.  Who could he trust?  The members of his own family’s Branch, The Bradford’s, like his cousins Bill or Stan?  Perhaps members of the Hawkins Branch, such as the beautiful but jaded Amelie?  The one Branch he knew not to trust was the extinct Halley Branch.

But the Halley’s were the ones who were welcoming him with open, if dead, arms.


If We Were Having Coffee on the Last Day of June, 2018

Hello and Welcome!  Come on in and I’ll get you a large mug of a very strong Sumatra Roast or a cuppa tea.  Actually, I just finished lunch, so maybe something cool.  It is hot and humid today, so something refreshing might be in order.  And where are we?  Some of you may recognize that Edward Gorey mug (the one with the bat) as being on Cape Cod.

This was my June Vacation.  In ways it was a stay-cation as it was at my cottage on Cape Cod, someplace i spend maybe a quarter of my time anyway.  And what is there to tell?  Long walks on the beach, swimming, kayaking, taking photographs, walking, walking/playing with dogs, eating out (twice), watching movies (twice), etc.  The same old, same old.  i do most of those things when it’s not vacation. Continue reading

Wave – #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is the fifteenth exciting episode of The Mad Quest!  You can start at the beginning, go to the previous chapter or to the table of contents.

We had walked a just a couple of dozen yards and I glanced back over my shoulder.  The queen saw me and waved.  Without thinking I waved back.  Merla hit me.

“What?” I asked.

“You need to keep your attention on what is to come.”

“I will.”  I glanced back.  I could still see the queen.

“No, you don’t understand, it is super important.  Here, let’s go over here for a minute so I can brief you.  I checked this out last night and it is impossible for anyone to eavesdrop on us here.”

She pointed to an open area filled with make-shift soldiers milling about.  I gave her a questioning look.

“You’ll see.  There are patterns in the fabric of space around here, waves in reality.”

I knew better than to argue. Continue reading

Work and Play, Play and Work

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The room was a disaster.

A bomb blast at a publishing house wouldn’t have left such a mess.  Bits of sheet music were everywhere.  A guitar was thrown in a corner.  A light beat the tempo on a drum machine.

Max was draped over a computer screen.  The colorful lines of a Cubase score filled the other screen.

“I hope this week locked away in your music room has gotten this midlife crisis out of your system so you can return to work.”

Max turned to me.  “With over a million Youtube hits in the last hour, I’m at work.”

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.


Wings – #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is the fourteenth exciting episode of The Mad Quest!  You can start at the beginning, go to the previous chapter or to the table of contents.

After breakfast I could still not shake the sleep from my eyes.  I walked to a field at the edge of camp and sat down.  My mind was as close to blank as I ever let it get.  I stared at the weeds and wildflowers around me, not comprehending what was happening.  I knew there was movement as the camp got ready for breakfast and glanced nervously at the armies on either side of us, but it didn’t register.

What did get through were the wings.  I didn’t really see them, just felt them, or guessed as the shadows passed.  There were more birds than just Soe-Ar, many more.  And though they were all big, not all were eagles.  I frowned at the flowers in front of me, but the wings still filled my mind.  They were ever present in the background.

“We are late,” a voice said.  I turned.  Warph had been sitting with me the entire time, yet I just became aware.

“So we are, my friend.”  I got up and went to the center of camp.

Merla was already in the middle of a speech.  It was odd.  She was able to shape her voice so all in our camp could hear, yet it didn’t carry beyond. I began to concentrate on the words.

“That is correct, we hope to win without lifting a weapon.  Not only are we far outnumbered, but do we really want to kill our foes?”

There were murmurs of “snow demons” and “the evil of Slore”.  Merla just shook her head, then held out a hand. Continue reading

If We Were Having Coffee on the 23rd of June, 2018

Hello and Welcome!  Come in out of the rain and I’ll get you a large mug of a strong Sumatra Roast, a cuppa tea or other beverage.  It is cool here today.  Actually, it has been cool here lately and will continue to be so for a while, which is why I like it here – the winters and summers aren’t as extreme as just a few miles away.  And where is this magical land of which I speak?  Looking at the mugs at the top of the page sum may guess “Pepperland”, but no, I am in Dennis Port on Cape Cod this weekend.

Overall it has been a good week.  Work has been busy and there have been a a few setbacks, though hopefully everything has been taken care of.  It was hot at the beginning of the week, hot and humid, but I am a little more acclimated to it than I usually am this early in the summer. Continue reading

Benjamin – The Halley Branch

Benjamin Halley was born on February 19, 1827, Jeremiah and Susan’s first and only child.  Susan Halley died just a few days after Benjamin was born.  His father was sympathetic.  Jeremiah’s own mother, Rebecca, died when he was only one.  And his own father, George Halley, was only three when his mother passed away.  The Halley men were all only children raised by single fathers, and Benjamin was going to continue this trend.

As a young man Benjamin was shy and sensitive.  But, like most of the Halleys, he was brilliant and driven.  He attended Harvard and had his own businesses by the time he was 22.  His father, Jeremiah, passed away when Benjamin was only 25, leaving his vast holdings and business to his only son.

It wasn’t just the huge Halley wealth that Benjamin inherited.  He grew even more like his father. Continue reading