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Field Reports

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

Day 4

It is difficult to go anywhere and not see signs of what was the dominate species.  Everywhere you look abandoned structures liter the landscape.  Their population had collapsed seemingly overnight about a century before we arrived.  Did any survive?

Day 9

Studying artifacts, we are piecing together their final days, but no living specimens found.

Day 24

Conclusive evidence proves they are extinct.  In the last century of their existence they drove tens of thousands of other species to extinction, they filled their seas with artificial materials and changed their climate.  They could have stopped it.  Good riddance.

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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“.

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Questions

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Some smiled at the young man.  Others noticed his shivers and asked if they could help.  Most were friendly.  This was their place, carved out ages ago by their families.  The building the young man watched had welcomed their parents, their grandparents and, even, for a few, their great-great-grandparents.

But there were some who didn’t smile.

Josh made a few calls on his mobile, had a few whispered conversations.

When the stranger pulled out the AK-47, the police were ready. Not a shot was fired.

All anyone could ask was how could this safe place, their place, become so dangerous?

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With another recent shooting I had to go to a dark place. It is so awful that hatred seems to have taken over so much of our country.

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

Low Tide Tours

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

As a child I had always been fascinated with the idea of a low tide tour of the Thames.  Going out on the flats you can find anything, from last weeks trash to bits of pre-Roman history.  Muck-raking yesterday’s garbage doesn’t sound exciting to most, but I always wanted to do it.

By the time I made it to England, the tours had been changed.  The tides of time, as they say.

I took a new low tide tour.  Pre-flood 21st century – Not quite as romantic as finding bits of medieval or iron age flotsam and jetsam, but still fun.

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Read here about mudlarking.

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

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I’m not here right now… I am pretty much out of the blogging loop this week, so I apologize ahead of time if I miss your FF post this week.

 

After the Brief, Hot Summer Comes the Long Cold Winter

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Ours was an out of the way town.  We never learned to “duck and cover” knowing nobody would be so silly as to bomb us.

You know what? they were right.

I remember the night when over 4,000 fireballs, each hotter than the sun, grew over most of the northern hemisphere’s cities and military instillation with an equivalent of over four billion tons of TNT.

But our town was spared.  Not a kiloton exploded within 100 miles.

A few weeks of hiding in the cellar when the sky rained death, and everything looked fine.

Until the snow came in July.

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Yes, a nice, happy little tale ;)  I recently watched “The Day After” and “Threads”.  I read an article that the danger of an accidental nuclear war is now higher than it has ever been, even during the cold war.  When people talk nuclear weapons, they talk about the 60 kt bombs used in WWII, not the 1 or 2 mt thermonuclear devices that would hit our cities.  Anyway, with that cheerful thought…

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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“.

Eternity Defined….

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

My 25-year vow of silence should have ended.  I listened to the preacher drone on.  My sentence was doubled to 50 years!

The wood pew was hard.  I moved to let circulation back into my butt.  Dad elbowed me and frowned.

This was worse than the Uranium mines on Pluto, aka elementary school!

The sermon entered its 4th, and, I hoped, final, decade.  I yawned.

After ten more years of hanging by my thumbs, everyone said “Amen”.  I shouted it.

Free at last!

I would call Josh and we’d play in the woods.

It was raining outside.

I hate Sundays!

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Sorry, but I had to double dip.  I was not satisfied with my first post.  This is based on a character I’ve used a few dozen times, most notable in the story cycle Seasons of Imagination.

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

Answered!

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

It was one of the Big Questions, perhaps the biggest.  Brother Francis took it upon himself, walking the cloisters in deep meditation searching for the answer.  At his funeral the joke was that he was so dedicated, the heart attack didn’t stop his pondering.

The plaque made me smile.

The ancient monastery breathed memories, it was like I was stepping back in time, or into a dream.

I entered the cloister.  An old monk, dressed as they had for over a thousand years, walked, head bowed.

He stopped, pointed up, and said, “Eureka!”  He vanished.

Francis finally found his answer!

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

The Truth is Out There

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio

Yes?

We have another alien abduction story.

‘Don’t say…

Same as the others.

Coincidence….

Tromping through the woods late at night, an eerie green glow with a strange hum followed by a blinding light.  Then pitch black.

Yep.

Now I know a man needs security…

With all these nut jobs you’re describing, damn right!

And I’ve seen your system…

Cost me a pretty penny….

The florescence glowing green, the hum as the generator kicks in, that 10,000 lumen search light and all…

Keeps ‘em out…

Can you change it before every UFO believer in the country descend on the town?

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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 © Ronda Del Boccio.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

2 AM on a School Night

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PHOTO PROMPT© Sandra Crook

Mom frowned at me, arms crossed.

I began again, trying to remember what I said before to keep my narrative consistent.  No use contradicting myself!

Mom tapped her toe.  She leaned back slightly.

I lost track of where I was.  I fumbled, the words bumbling out.  I stopped talking, stared at my toe.

Clap.

I looked up at Mom.

Her expression was unchanged, but she clapped her hands about once every two seconds.

“Bravo,” she said. “A master weaver on the world’s largest loom couldn’t handle as many threads as that. Perhaps the truth now?”

Oh-oh.  I am so grounded.

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

 

What a Ride…

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Greg gazed across the ice-covered river at the winter carnival.

“Heard you and Bev split up.  Again,” Russ said.

“Yeah.  This time for good.”

“That bad, huh?”

Greg nodded. “One minute I’m at the top of the world, enjoying the view and the next down in the dirt.  Round and round…”

“You guys did have fun,” Russ said.

“What a ride, right?  But I’m done.”

Greg answered his cell without thinking, “Yes? Hi Bev. You’re at the Carnival?  Meet you at the Ferris wheel?  Sure, I’ll be there in five minutes.”

Russ laughed. “Back on the ride. Enjoy the view…”

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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“.

When I See the Music Bloom

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PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

The talk show host leveled her eyes at him in her famous “I gotcha” stare.

“You just broke the hearts of millions with this announcement, and I know the question on all of their minds, ‘why her?’  You have to admit, she’s not much to look at and is, to be honest, common.”

“I’m common…” he said.

She laughed.  “You?  The biggest heartthrob in Hollywood?”

He shrugged. “I looked into her eyes and saw the garden in her soul, the music in her heart.  She looked into mine and saw the real me.”

“You’re a poet?”

“When I’m with her…”

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