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Routine (I Knew the Word)

dawn-in-montreal

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“Our neighbors to the right were so close you couldn’t change your mind but they’d know.  The ones on the left were closer.”

I nodded.  Pops could get nostalgic.

“Up at dawn, off to work or school.  Dinner at 6.  Routine.  That’s what I miss.”

I knew the word.  It was for people who were comfortable, knew where the next meal was coming from.  People who assumed they would be alive at the end of the day.

“This could’ve been home.”

“Come Pops,” I said, taking one last look at the burned-out city, “it’s dangerous here.  Time to move on.”

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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 © Dale Rogerson.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

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Caught!

caged-liz

PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young

Dreaming of a handsome dead man she called.  I am sorry, but there are no handsome dead men, so I answered instead.

I listened to her pleas.  She adored glittering vampires.  “They are so romantic…” ha!  She had no idea.

Of course she saw what she wanted to see.  I, of course, saw dinner.  Dinner for months.  I could easily stretch it out.

But then her father caught me.

I think he really believed I go “poof!” when the sunlight struck.  The ultraviolet light will eventually un-animate me, but not for a while.  I will escape.

I am the Nosferatu!

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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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The guy in the photo reminded me of Nosferatu and all of the vampires since then that have been based on that original take.

Destroy All Evidence

leg-up-jhc

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.

When I Was Your Age… (R-E-S-P-E-C-T)

leg-up-jhc

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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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“.

 

The Gondolier Went Home

venice-fatima

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

Meg looked around the room, taking note of the socks and boxers on the floor and the dirty dishes on the dresser.  She closed her eyes.

She remembered Paul as he was when she met him, smart, athletic and witty.  She thought of the fancy restaurants and the off-Broadway shows.

Life was a constant holiday, a gondola ride on a sunny canal.  Her head was in the clouds.

Married for five years she now only saw the piles of garbage and the infrastructure, the daily routine, dinners at home followed by TV.

When did the romance fade and reality intrude?

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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 © Fatima Fakier Deria.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Yeah, a pessimistic view on life ;)  I’ll try to be sunnier next week…

Some Have All the Luck

meep-by-the-window

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

It’s like the world, or maybe God or some old-school god, wanted Jill to win.  Every time a question came up that I thought would stump her, a clue would pop up out of nowhere.

Like the question, “It took cyanide, drowning and a bullet to the head to put him down.”  Of course the TV immediately talked about Vladimir Putin and she said, “Vlad Putin, rad Putin, ras… ah! Rasputin!”

But this was too much!  The question was, “A 70’s TV family that formed a rock band.”

There was a sound at the window.

A partridge was looking in.

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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 © Jean L. Hays.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

I was ultra busy and didn’t have time to post last week.

Another Hard Day

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PHOTO PROMPT © Connie Gayer

I wiped the sweat from my brow and looked at the small plot of cultivated land, my life’s work.

Yesterday I struggled for 16 hours, all grueling, manual labor.  Today looked just as long.  The heatwave is endless and the humidity relentless.  My blisters have blisters and I’m beginning to think that the hoe and shovel are becoming my appendages, they are in my hands so often.

There is a romance of opening a new frontier, being the first to conquer a new land.

If I knew colonizing a planet would be like this, I would have stayed on Earth.

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I had to have a second go at this prompt.  I almost went this way at first, but the temptation of the pun was too tempting to resist and so I did the other instead …

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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 © Connie Gayer.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Digging and Digging….

russell-working

PHOTO PROMPT © Connie Gayer

“It’s called ‘humor’.  You know, ‘ha, ha’, humor?”

“I don’t know Russell, that might have crossed the line.”

“Oh come on, they’re all adults.  They can take a joke.”

“But that jibe against, D, well.  And what you said to R…  Oh my!  And JP, and others.  Just, Wow!”

“But it’s all part of the game, it’s what I do.  I’m a humorist.”

“Humorist, tumorist, bloomerist, sometimes mean is mean.”

“Mean?  They know what I mean.  It’s not mean.  Is it?”

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Nothing much, just watching Russell trying to dig himself out of a hole.”

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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 © Connie Gayer.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Note to non-Friday Fictioneer participants – the photo is of Russell Gayer, FF’s official humorist.  Or at least that’s his excuse ;)

Crystal Freedom

bowl-and-leaves

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

What are you going to do with it?

It’s pretty.  Cut crystal.

What are you going to do with it?

It’s a connection to a different era.

Exactly.  What are you going to do with it?

The antique store gave me a great deal on it.

Of course they did.  When did you last see a punchbowl actually being used?  What are you going to do with it?

I love what you’ve done with the place!

Thanks.  Since I kicked Bill out, I’ve had a lot of freedom to experiment.

Wow, look what you did with that cut-glass bowl!

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