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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

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The Fire


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….


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.”


“In all cultures, people build monuments to their religion, to their gods.”


“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



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 Display

“Wow, look at that Halloween display!  isn’t it great?”

“It looks pretty creepy to me.  Brrr… so realistic.  Almost too realistic.”

“Haha, I know.  I mean, just looking at it I can imagine the smell of decay.”

“Yuck.  That smell is real.  Are you sure they didn’t put some rotting meat back there to add that touch?”

“I’ll go find out.”

“Jim Schudel, you get back here!  Don’t you go nosing around in someone’s Halloween display!”

“Oh, come on.  There’s nothing to worry about.”

“No, you get back here, now.  Jim?  Jim?  Stop playing games.  Get back here now!.  Jim, this isn’t funny….”

“Wow, look at that Halloween display!  It is so realistic.  The bodies…”

“Oh man, it is too realistic, I’m getting nauseous.”

“Oh, come on, it’s just a display.  Hey, that looks just like Jim Schudel.  Oh, the body is over there, and it’s wearing exactly what he had on earlier today.  I mean, how creepy can you get?”

“I don’t like this.  Let’s go.”

“No, I want to go over and see how they made Jim’s head so realistic.”

“No Aaron, don’t.  Please.  Aaron, get back here.  Aaron?  Aaron?  OK, this isn’t funny, Aaron.  Where did you go?  Come out here, now!”

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Another little bit of Halloween madness ;)

The Battle of Halloween



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


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


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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Heading for Warmer Waters



The tourist season’s almost over


I’m planning on harboring The Bangor for the winter after the holiday weekend.

You usually do.


Something on your mind?

She’s as slow as molasses on a winter’s morning and has never done a long trip.

She’s an island girl, not an ocean liner.

A-yep.  But I was still thinking of taking her south for the winter.

A Caribbean cruise on a Maine ferryboat?

I heard they could use some help down there.

How long would it take to get passengers from San Juan to Miami?

Not sure, but fixing to find out.

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A Dare


PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

The town is full of mill buildings, some going back 200 years.  Most have been converted to modern uses, like boutique shops, apartments or small businesses.

And then there is the Sturgess factory.

I’m sure you’ve heard the stories.  The original building, a cotton mill, burned to the ground with 75 workers, all girls between 14 and 25, locked inside.  A garment factory grew on the site, but it was converted to chemicals.  It killed the river and most of the workers.

They say nobody living has been inside.

So, what do you say, join me exploring it on Halloween? Continue reading