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I Chose a Romantic Spot

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

I stood under the globe of the streetlamp, looking at its reflection on the water under the bridge.  I could dimly make out the dark shadow that I knew must be me.

We had passed this way a million times before.  I had proposed to you over in that park on the far bank.  But I don’t know if I’d ever stopped and admired the city nightscape.

Not that I was enjoying it tonight.

What had gone wrong?  The moving water didn’t answer.

With one last glance down, I headed on my way.  I trust they won’t find your body.

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

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But the Weatherman Promised!

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Ms. Kracarn stared with her cold eyes.  She had to be from Neptune.

“Mouths shut, eyes on the board, boys.  Back to long division.”

Josh giggled.  He knew.  School would soon be closed and we’d be up on Lucifer’s Lunge.

The ground was embarrassingly bare when we left school.  Naked.

The evening was equally as bare.

“Get up,” Queen Shimá said.

“But Mom, it’s a snow day.”

“No it isn’t.  Up.”

Green attacked my eyes as I left the house.  Where was the snow?

“Aren’t the icicles pretty?” Josh asked as he got on the bus.

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In Progress

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PHOTO PROMPT © Russell Gayer

“How are the renovations going?” I asked.

Jen rolled her eyes.

Brad, face flat, said, “Slow.”

I nodded.  “I can imagine.  You both work a lot.”

“Some say they work a lot, but you couldn’t tell it if you looked at what used to be our house!” Jen’s face was red.

“I don’t see you jumping up to volunteer.”

“The gym is going to start asking for rent.”

I hid a snicker, having seen the parts to the bathroom in the barn.  “Can’t you hire someone?”

Brad was shocked.  “And lose the satisfaction of doing it ourselves?”

Jen agreed.  “Never.”

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

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“.

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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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 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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Friday the 13th – Friday Fictoneers Edition

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PHOTO POMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

“I’m not superstitious,” Betty said.

When she was a child, her great-grandmother used to say that that world of the living and the dead drew together as Halloween approached.  She never believed it.

There was another loud “thump” followed by the strange voice.

And Friday the 13th?  Just the start to another autumn weekend.

More sounds.

Greg should have been home long ago.   Where was he?

A blood curdling scream came from the garage as Greg pulled in.  Then silence.

After a minute, she braved the garage.

“Look what I caught,” Greg said, holding a feathered object.  “A myna bird.”

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