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Day 732

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Day 732 – I spent my day off in the 2nd greenhouse, the tropical garden. I breathed in lungful after lungful of fresh, moist clean air. The green was calming and the flowers beautiful. I felt great as the worries of the day faded. I thought about home.  The sky was deceptively blue.

Day 734 – I am told that the sky is orange as the latest storm hits.  We had hoped that worst of the chemicals would have condensated out, but we were wrong.

Day 739 – A broken pane let outside air into 2nd greenhouse at a total loss of life.

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Word count = 100

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Breaking Something

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PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr

“You sure it’s that physics guy?”

Ned stared across at the beat-up camper.

“Certainty.  On principle.”

Ned sighed.  It wasn’t a very good pun, but Thumbs could have groaned.

“Look, I know he has been cooking all night.  This is his rig.  It’s him, the big H.”

Thumbs shrugged and moved.

The sun rose over the horizon as they approached the camper.

H. was planning on scoring big, but Ned had other plans.

A bald man stepped out of the camper.

Ned moved.

“I need to sample the goods!”

“You’ll have to wait for the chili cook-off, like everyone else.”

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I ran out of words, but I wanted to give the idea of Breaking Bad at first before throwing in the twist (it’s not Meth he was cooking, but chili).  Heisenberg is the code name of the antihero. He drives a beat up camper.  The real Heisenberg is a physicist best known for his Uncertainty Principle.

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I have been out of Friday Fictioneers for a few weeks.  Not easy getting back into the groove ;)

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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 © C.E. Ayr.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky

End Credits

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PHOTO PROMPT © Mikhael Sublett

Ralph stood at the door, staring.  His entire life was in the house, and yet it was almost unrecognizable.  He took a few tentative steps in, then a large one over the heap of rubble.

He shook his head.

In the movies, this is where the end credits would start.  The hero, perhaps The Rock, would say, “And now we rebuild.” The camera would pan out showing the endless destruction and the credits would come up.

But this wasn’t the movies, this was life. And it wasn’t the end, only the beginning.

And Ralph knew that it would get worse.

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

Visitor

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PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

“Here we go, now.” My companion had a huge smile, almost a laugh.

I will admit that I was a bit bedazzled with all of the bright lights and the vertigo-inducing twirling of the people.

And then I saw the funny little vehicle.

It stopped. A door opened and people started to pour out.

And more people.

And more.

I began to laugh. Of course there would be a clown car.  I should have known.

After the last of them had dissipated into the surrounding crowd, my companion pulled me forward towards the waiting tiny vehical.

“This is our bus.”

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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

Locked Doors

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Martha sat, rocking, smiling into the sunlight streaming through window.

John sat in the far corner, unnoticed and forgotten for the moment.

Elisabeth tiptoed in and handed John the album. Martha didn’t notice.

John flipped to a random page. A beautiful young woman in a military nurse’s uniform smiled up at him. England, 1945.

He glanced at Martha.

Another random page and there was his and Elisabeth’s mom as a baby. 1951.

Another page. Paris, 1979.

Another page, another memory.

“It’s all there, but the storage doors are locked.”

John looked up. Elisabeth was watching Martha, tears in her eye.

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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“.

Nostalgia

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Its doors long closed and shuttered, the place of worship was a reminder of a bygone era.

D stood enchanted, staring at the ancient façade, a hint of nostalgia and regret on his face.

“Come on,” Y said. “We’ll be late.  Why did you stop anyway?”

D just shook his head, took one last look at the temple and followed Y to the gleaming glass tower in front of them.

How different the city was in the days of old; the shifting demographics, the people changing like the seasons.

In some ways D wished that there were still humans around.

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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“.

Party Disasters

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

I thought it was a brilliant idea. Right.

You’ve seen videos, photos, cartoons of all of the legendary monsters having a Halloween party, right?  I decided to do it for real.

Have you ever tried to track down some of these ghouls?  Not easy, let me tell you. And I had to settle on Monday the 28th. Seems they were all busy on the big day.

The party wasn’t very lively, but I guess it should have been expected with the dead.

The worst is that one left a lot of full Tupperware. The police are notifying next of kin.

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Word count = 100

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Party hint number 37 – make sure there is a convenient tree just outside of the front door.  The werewolf begins to “mark” after his second or third drink….

Preparing for the Ball

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

Susan compared various threads with the dress until finding an exact match.

She had been asked why she still worked as a servant. Why hadn’t she married?

She could not imagine loving a man as much as she loved Mrs. Goode or the girls. She had taken care of them since they were infants.

Miss Martha had grown since the tailor measured her. She was no taller, but she had filled out in the way a 16-year-old girl was wont.

Finishing the alterations, Susan held up the dress.

Perfect.

She went to get Miss Martha ready for her coming-out ball.

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Others have done it, so I just tried my hand at it – this is a clip of my WIP, The Old Mill.  Although the book is set in 2018, this is a flashback to 1821.  I took about 1500 words that gave some of Susan’s background as she worked on the party dress (the party dress is talked about through out the book and the ball is all important) and turned it into a 100 word short-short. I hope this worked :)

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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“.

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“.

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“.