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Painted #writephoto

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Photo by Sue Vincent

“He’s down here, sitting in the garden.”

We walked around a corner and I saw the old man sitting, just staring across the small lily pond, not noticing our arrival at all.

He glanced up at us as we came to his side, but returned his attention to his gardens and the water.

We waited, letting him take his time, though I felt a little chilled, just standing there.  It was partially cloudy and a bit windy.

I must have made some noise as I shifted my weight to my other foot, for he turned towards me and smiled knowingly.

“Young man,” he said, “what are you seeing?”

“A beautiful garden.  A pond.  A bridge.” I shrugged, feeling a little uncomfortable under his gaze. “Yes, it is peaceful.  So static…” Continue reading

The Eve of Destruction #writephoto

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Photo by Sue Vincent

Hal scanned the items Toby had brought in.

“No, no, these won’t do at all.  I gave you very specific instructions.  Please try again.”

“Yes, sir,” Toby said.

Hal shook his head.  The spare parts were becoming scarce, harder and harder to find.  Someday there would be nothing left to scavenge.  Worse, nobody wanted to learn the ancient craft.  Toby was his twelfth apprentice in 22 years.  All of them before had left for more lucrative positions.

And each and every one was better on their worst days than that idiot Toby was on his best day.

Hal sighed.

Did it even matter? Continue reading

Good Advice

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Photo by Shari Marshall

I patted the overstuffed envelope and tucked it under my arm.  It’d be safe.

There were a few people out.  Busy enough to be inconspicuous, but not too busy. I slipped into “the zone”.

I had a job to do. I was alert, but not distracted.

Or so I thought.

I jumped at the loud “Ding” and turned.

“Girlfriend, mm, mm, mmmm, that handbag does not match those shoes at all. Blue purse and black shoes?  No ma’am, not at all.  Go home and change now before the fashion police arrest your sorry behind!” Continue reading

Storm #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

I felt the turbulence as she entered the room, the low pressure system sucking the air out and drawing all eyes in.

A flash of lightning struck as she glanced around the packed room.

The crowds parted as torrent moved forward.

She didn’t even see me as she passed inches away, but the gale force winds turned me with her.

She went at the bar.

People turned back to what they were doing.  The music came back on.

I remembered to breath.

But then I saw her again.  I drew in a sharp breath.

My mind clouded up. Continue reading

Choice #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

Jegd stared at the pool without seeing it.  The sound of water, always present, did not enter his consciousness.

It was an impossible choice.

He could go against all that was good and join their leader, Krewn, on his mission.  He could refuse and loose rank, possessions, friends and possibly more, but keep his dignity.  A third choice was no less palatable – he could leave his village and strike out for unknown country, a coward turning tail and fleeing.

“The water in the pool is calm, but look at the falls that helped to build it.”

Jegd jumped.  He hadn’t heard the old man approach.

The age-bent man seemed not to notice Jegd, but continued to talk, pointing with a staff. Continue reading

Daybreak #writephoto

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Photo by Sue Vincent

3 AM.

Why is it always 3 AM?  Why not midnight, when it was easy to drift back to sleep?  Or 5 AM, when it didn’t matter since the night was already old?

But 3 AM?

Bev rolled over and closed her eyes.  After a long time she opened them and stared at the wall.

No use.

She flopped onto her back and studied at the ceiling in great detail for hours.

Back to the clock.

3:01.

Really?  One freaking minute? Continue reading

Entrance – #writephoto

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Photo by Sue Vincent

“No, really, it’s just a hole in the ground.”

I laughed.  “Don’t worry, when I was your age, my place was a pretty nasty hole.  Being a straight guy, I bet it was much worse than yours.”

Meghan smiled, an enduring look from under her eyelashes, as if she couldn’t decide if she were more embarrassed about the situation or excited.

“OK,” she said.  “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

I lead her to my car and wondered about my situation.

I was not a great socializer; far from it.  In fact, I hadn’t been out with a woman since the divorce.

But it wasn’t just that.

It was Meghan’s age.

I know the way of the world.  I’m a 50-something year old guy.  20-something women don’t want anything to do with us.  If I tried to flirt with one, at best they’d think I was a creepy old guy, at worse a predator. Continue reading

Don’t Ask Alice!

Photo by Shari Marshall

It was a gorgeous day, a magical day.  Larry was glad that he had disobeyed his mom and went to the park with his friends.  What could be better?

He stretched out on the grass, ignoring his friends as they played their guitars.

For a few minutes he closed his eyes and just enjoyed the warm sun and the sounds of the folk tunes.

“Puff the magic dragon, lived by the…”

Was that a faint whiff of pot?

After a bit, he grew bored and rolled onto his side.  He opened the eye closest to the ground.

For a moment nothing came into focus, just the raw light and strange shadows.  But then the world grew sharp as he looked through the grass. Continue reading

Keep #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

I sit in my tower keep, watching across the wasteland waiting for Rodrick to blink, knowing full well that he is doing the same.

It is a well-known bit of wisdom that to have a strong castle makes one a little king over his surroundings.  If any have the impedance to attempt to fight back, it is easy enough to retreat behind the strong walls to gather strength before doubling the attack.

The real kings on their high thrones did frown upon us little lordlings and our castles, but that didn’t’ stop me.

From my castle keep I was able to rule a wide swath of land, taking what I wanted, when I wanted.

And every day I wanted more. Continue reading

Hopping #whatdoyousee

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I heard the sizzle of the air inches in front of my face.  Too close!  I turned.  They were coming up the back side of the hill as well.

The entire landscape around our tiny refuge was scorched to the bare rock, life withering in front of the army of killer bots.

I turned to the Hopper.

“Jim, we need to Hop!  Now!  Get us out of here…”

He stared at me for a moment.  “You know, Sarge,” he said, “it takes a bit of planning to put in the proper coordinates and stuff.  Who knows where we’ll land?  Maybe in “The Day After” as the H-Bombs are going off.”

“I don’t care, just put in a random sequence, any sequence!” Continue reading