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More Than a River in Egypt

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Today is my 25th birthday.  Again.

I started the day with a light breakfast of high antioxidant foods.  Keeps me young.

Stretches and weight exercises came next.  Keeps me thin and limber.

The shower felt great.  I colored my hair, even though I just did it a week or two ago.  Can’t be too careful.

The cream guarantees it takes away wrinkles.  I slathered it on my neck and face.

I only wear the latest fashion trends.

I paused.  My nemesis waited in the closet, ready to spring.  I reached around the clock for my shoes.

Time won’t catch me.

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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 provided by © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

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Haven – #writephoto

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Photo by Sue Vincent

Another perfect day, one of the few days when I am spared slave labor in the Uranium mines on Pluto, and it was ruined.

“Are you just going to waste your entire day rotting your brain on Saturday morning cartoons?” Queen Shimá asked.  She stood in the portal, her hands on her hips.  “You need to do something, not just sit like a plotted plant.”

“But Mom,” I said, “’Creepy Critter’s Criminal Capers’ is my favorite!”

“It’s a sunny day out there. Go play outside.”

“It must be fifty below.  I’ll freeze my boy parts off.”

“Don’t you talk to me like that, young man.”

“But Mom!”

“Aren’t any of your friends around?” Continue reading

The Fire

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

It was an aberration, the early 19th century building nestled amongst the late 20th century towers.  I knew some regarded the quaint structure to be a waste of the most expensive plot of real estate in the country, but I was always captivated by its charm.

Landmark or eyesore, my men bravely leapt into action to save it.

It was far too early to think terms like “arson”, but I knew there would be questions.  On cue, the mayor approached, surrounded by the city’s business leaders.  I had my response ready.

He frowned. “Your men are too efficient, Chief.”

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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 provided by © J Hardy Carroll.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

 

The Greatest of These….

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PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford

Kamal came to a stop and stared at Bloomingdales.  I had forgotten that he had lived most of his tender years in a small village in Sudan.  The sight of mighty Chicago must have been extreme culture shock.

“Awe inspiring, isn’t it?” I asked.

He shook his head.  “No, I just realized what I had been missing about America.”

“Oh?”

“In all cultures, people build monuments to their religion, to their gods.”

“Right.”

“And they always ensure that the most important gods have the most important structures.”

“Sure, but….”

“The greatest god in America must be money.”

I couldn’t disagree.

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Eye – #writephoto

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Photo by Sue Vincent

“Why do I feel like I’m being watched?” Gordon asked.

The question was meant to be rhetorical, but Bud pointed across the still water and said, “There.”

“What?” Gordon tried to follow Bud’s finger.  All he saw was an old stone bridge.

“Can’t you see it?” Bud asked.  “The reflection of the arches looks like a set of eyes watching us.  You see it in your peripheral vision and…” He shrugged.

Gordon shook his head and got back to work.  Bud was a strange one, a bit of an anomaly.  Gordon smiled at himself.  “Anomaly” was just the type of word Bud would use.

Bud left as Gordon continued to dig.  Gordon knew what Bud was doing, so didn’t think anything of it.  This was a routine they’d done a thousand times before. Continue reading

A Priceless Collection

 

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Ann Hall

“What are these?” I asked.

“To woo me, Mr. Kitchner would send flowers.  In turn, I would tell him that I didn’t have a proper vase.  Each week he would first send a vase and then send the flowers.  Both flowers and vases got richer and richer, but I still didn’t display them.

“One week I received nothing.  He stopped by later, asked if I would walk in the park with him. We talked, and he later picked one wildflower.”

She smiled at the painting of her late husband.

“These are the ‘no’s while he learned love has no price.”

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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 provided by © Sarah Ann Hall.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

The Display

“Wow, look at that Halloween display!  isn’t it great?”

“It looks pretty creepy to me.  Brrr… so realistic.  Almost too realistic.”

“Haha, I know.  I mean, just looking at it I can imagine the smell of decay.”

“Yuck.  That smell is real.  Are you sure they didn’t put some rotting meat back there to add that touch?”

“I’ll go find out.”

“Jim Schudel, you get back here!  Don’t you go nosing around in someone’s Halloween display!”

“Oh, come on.  There’s nothing to worry about.”

“No, you get back here, now.  Jim?  Jim?  Stop playing games.  Get back here now!.  Jim, this isn’t funny….”


“Wow, look at that Halloween display!  It is so realistic.  The bodies…”

“Oh man, it is too realistic, I’m getting nauseous.”

“Oh, come on, it’s just a display.  Hey, that looks just like Jim Schudel.  Oh, the body is over there, and it’s wearing exactly what he had on earlier today.  I mean, how creepy can you get?”

“I don’t like this.  Let’s go.”

“No, I want to go over and see how they made Jim’s head so realistic.”

“No Aaron, don’t.  Please.  Aaron, get back here.  Aaron?  Aaron?  OK, this isn’t funny, Aaron.  Where did you go?  Come out here, now!”

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Another little bit of Halloween madness ;)

Vultures…

Turkey Vulture

“Maybe if I went into Boy Scouts as a kid,” Dave thought.

He forced himself to take a few more steps into the cool woods. The hot sun over the little meadow had made him disoriented.  He tried to spit the taste of vomit out of his mouth, but there was only foam on his lips.

He had found a plant that smelled delicious.  Or he thought it did, but after days without food, perhaps anything would have smelled good.  He had no idea what was good or safe, but he had to eat something.

His stomach had rejected it almost immediately, leaving him even more hungry than before.  Even though he had emptied what little was in his stomach almost an hour ago, he still felt nauseous and dizzy. Continue reading

The Battle of Halloween

 

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“There’s a war between the witches and wizards today!”

“Sure there is, Tommy.  What is it, too close to Halloween or too much Harry Potter?”

“But look at the sky!”

“I am, and a beautiful sunset it is.”

Mom just didn’t understand.

The sky blazed in glorious black and orange, as the powers silently battled in the clouds.  Tommy watched as the cloud witch on her broomstick with her pointy cap battled the glowing beak-nosed cloud wizard. The wizard’s mouth was wide open, no doubt screaming a spell at the witch.

Tommy knew it would be the best Halloween ever.

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What the Old Oak Knew

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

It was an idyllic location, in a remote valley surrounded by Vermont’s Green Mountains.  The village was the type of place that tourists love to photograph, recalling “yesteryear’s New England”.

There was only one road in, and it was washed out by Irene in 2011.  The town asked for the bridge to not be repaired.

I walked down the empty street and stopped at a large structure surrounded by picnic tables.

I heard that all meals where communal events.

What happened during that last meal on the day the Preacher said the world would end?

Only the old oak knew.

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