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The Day the Earth Stood Still

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

I stumbled out onto the street, still a bit blurry.

The sky was filled with glowing saucers. Invasion?

Not saucers, halos. Perhaps the dead have had their reward.

My eyes focus and I see the wires and the earthly electricity.

People pass like ghosts in the night, a trickle of humanity.

I walk into that stream, amongst those living ghosts.

The street is immaculately clean. Why had I wished for some random trash or rubbish piles?

The explosion had taken them unawares. They tell me she died instantly.

A little farther down infinity glows from the walls above a shop.

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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“.

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A Basket Full of Photos and Instagram

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

“It’s hard to imagine that I may be reduced to a basket of photos.”

Ted stopped sorting books and looked at his sister, Bella.

“What photos? When we’re gone, our Instagram accounts will be deleted and that’s it. Poof!”

Bella picked up an ancient photo of a young woman, full of life and vigor.

What had those eyes seen? The photos meant nothing and didn’t tell.

They were Great-aunt Clara’s closest living relatives.

They’d each take some books and a few photos, then Clara would be gone.

Bella didn’t know her. Now she never would.

The tears were unlooked for.

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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 © Ted Strutz.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

The Park…

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“Go home.”

The kid on the skateboard spat at Robert.

“I am, jerk.”

Robert found an out of the way spot to watch the basketball game. He hoped to play, but he knew the other kids didn’t want him.

“Roberto, Mama says it’s dinner time.”

He rolled his eyes at his sister. Why did she have to come?

“Roberto, your Mama is calling!” one of the kids jeered.

He stopped and looked at the chalk words, half English, half Spanish, scrawled on the pavement.

“Park es para all!”

Juan, his brother’s body was found the day after he wrote it.

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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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I’m sure the words are more French than Spanish, but they are what caught me eye…

1975 vs 2019

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PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

“Get a move on, we need to get there early.”

It was a 30-minute drive to the theater.

Although the movie had been there for two weeks, the line stretched around the corner.

“Ya got kids? You know you won’t make the 5:30 showing, don’cha?”

It started to rain.

The line started to move at 5:15. Would we make it?

The door closed just before we entered. At least we’d make the 8 PM showing.

It rained harder.

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“Hey, the new movie is at the 25-screen-multiplex.”

“What and wait in line for 5 minutes? It’ll be streaming in a month.”

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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 © Na’ama Yehuda.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

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Does anyone remember waiting in line, sometimes for hours, to see a hit movie like Jaws or Star Wars (The movie once known only as “Star Wars”, no other name or number needed)? Yeah, the good old days ;)

The Lull Before

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

It was empty, the normal hustle and bustle come to an end. Strainers and sifters hung in their silent testimony of the last meal served. Left as was.

The world was still, the buildings held their breath.

And then a whistle. A dull thud. Dust and plaster fell from the ceiling.

Another thud and the skylight blew out, filling the room with millions of glass shards.

The antiaircraft fire was as useless as a gnat against a bear.

But it didn’t matter.

The people had long left their homes to try to find life in the harsh, cruel world beyond.

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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“.

The Mysterious Guest

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PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

Mrs. Hall entered the guest room. Susan was correct, the place was a pigsty.

Mrs. Hall hadn’t seen the guest, Griffin, in days.  Griffin was the most exasperating of men!  He could be kind, when it suited him. But he was much more wont to violence.

She thought he was at least tidy. Until now. The room was strewn with discarded clothing and medical bandages.  There were piles of books, some open. Her books!

Henry James’ latest, The Ambassadors, was open, its spine creased. Livid, Mrs. Hall grabbed it.

“Please put the book down, Mrs. Hall,” Griffin, the invisible man, said.

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OK, it looked like those reading glasses were floating in front of the book, which I think is The Ambassadors.  The problem, of course, is that The Invisible Man was published a half a dozen years before The Ambassadors.  Oh well, maybe Griffin was still around in 1903. Of course, since H. G. Wells is involved, maybe he used the Time Machine ;)

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

Report #732VTX891

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PHOTO PROMPT © Penny Gadd

To Headquarters:

We have infiltrated the subject’s room.  Subject is a child of the dominant species.  If we can get a spore into its ear, we should be able to enter the brain and take over the subject’s thoughts.  We can then use the subject to destroy this invasive species.

The subject just entered room with a small mammal called a “cat”.  We will wait until it sleeps.

The subject left but the small mammal remains.

The “cat” is approaching.

What is it doing?

Hey, get out of here! Scat!

Yuck, that is disgusting!

Headquarters, requesting reassignment to the Amazon.

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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 © Penny Gadd.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

The View from 35,000 Feet

PHOTO PROMPT © Linda Kreger

Marge watched Dave as he watched the US slip by.

Tammy had died instantly and Bill left in a wheelchair.  The gang gathered from the corners of the globe to pay their respects.

Just the gang sat with Bill after the wake, not speaking a word.

But Dave brought up camping in Oregon.

“Tammy helped me when I fell.  She said she will always have my back.”

Everyone nodded.

“Let’s go for a walk.”

Marge smiled at the memory, a tear in her eye.

How they had laughed as they showed Bill they still had his, and each other’s, back!

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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 © Linda Kreger.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Welcome Home

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

My eyes, once adjusted to the dark, were assaulted by the mix of bright teal and dingy diner red.  The hokey orca and great white on the wall were far older than the current shark craze.

“Sit where you want, hon,” A female voice called out.

The table, though clean, had obviously been there since the early 1940s, or perhaps was a refugee from an ancient railcar diner.

Recognizing a few faces half seen in the dim light, I smiled as I took my seat.

After six years living in the tourist town, I had finally found the local hangout.

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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“.

The Celebrated Barbecue-off of Cook County

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

I talked to an old man in my quest to find Don Optner.

“I know Jim Opnter.”

“No, I want Don.”

“Claimed he made the best barbecue, period.  Grew his own herbs and such and it was awfully good.”

“Don is…”

“He set up the Cook County Barbecue-off.  Had three Weber grills running and a tent.  Hoped to make a fortune.  People came from all over.

“A stranger had a pretty good sauce, worrying Don.

“Don went back for more herbs and some kids destroyed his setup with a firehose.  Said it was rain.

“And then….”

I left him, mid-sentence.

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A maybe not so successful attempt at a parody of a parody, The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County.  Why Weber grills?  Look up the short story and the frog’s name ;) OK, Weber, Webster, a little different…

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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 © Jan Wayne Fields.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.