Tag Archives: micro fiction

Sitting in Gate Six

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

I looked at my watch.  Had it stopped?  I shook it then held it to my ear, a habit from another era.

Nothing.

The other people looked as uncomfortable as I felt.  How long were we going to be delayed?

I stood and stretched, but really couldn’t go anywhere.  My bags were too heavy to lug around the airport and I didn’t dare leave them unattended – that warning voice sounded dour.

Should I try reading again?

It was no use.

I walked to the counter and asked when we depart.

“Depart?  You’re at your destination.”

I then noticed her horns.

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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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The Return of Hope

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PHOTO PROMPT © Valerie J. Barrett

Momma made sure Poppa looked good, even ironing his faded work shirt.  He drank his “tea”, really some dandelion greens soaked in hot water, as she fussed about him.

“Now yous show ‘em what you ‘ave.”

It had been a hard year.  The heat and drought of last summer made for a lean winter, then the cold, wet spring has made it impossible to plant on time.  We all counted on this interview.

Long before I’d been born, Poppa worked in the Power Plant.  Now, after more than a dozen dark years, theys a gonna be turning it on again.

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(Not sure if the post apocalyptic vibe came through…)

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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 © Valerie J. Barrett.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Watching the Suns Set

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Photo by PHOTO PROMPT © Ceayr

“One, two, three – what do I see?” My words were slurred.  “Four, five, six – stucco instead of bricks.”

Home for Spring Break, I found myself in front of number 456.

I had never seen a person there nor a light on. Ever.  Who took care of the flowers?  I was about to find out.

I took another sip from the flask before daring the stairs.

I reached the top.  The mystery of “Malibu Home in Minnesota” was about to be solved.

Inside seemed normal at first.  Out of the windows I could see the suns set over the mountains.

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OK, I get the hint.  This is part 2 of my FF story, though I hope it can be read as a standalone as well…

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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“.

Out of Place

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ceayr

As a kid I always wondered about number 345. Oddly enough, it sat between 337 and 351, as if an entire block was missing.  But that was just the start.

Old number 345 was a typical Mediterranean Revival with bold turquoise shutters, a tile roof and adobe walls.  My sister Karen joked that Malibu Barbie lived there.

It was a bit out of place in northern Minnesota.

The flowering plants were great, particularly when it was 20 below zero.

I thought perhaps when the owners moved house, they did it literally.

Of course the truth is far stranger than that.

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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“.

Another Day in Paradise

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PHOTO PROMPT © Susan Eames

Yeah, Ma, things have really changed since I’ve been here.  These cruise ships now are larger than major cities and are filled with phone-zombies.  You know the type.  Surrounded by beauty and all they see is a screen.  Occasionally they’ll take selfies with their phones, but other than that it is all texts, Twitter, Twatter, and Whatnot.

Everybody is constantly on their mobiles, and I mean everybody.

Wait a minute Ma, someone is shouting at me.

Sorry, gotta go.  I was climbing a tree to get a tourist some coconuts when I called.  Yeah, I’ll post the coconuts on Instagram.

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

The End of Innocence

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

The kids’d a been looking forward to the party for ages.

Got em dressed in their finest and had em outside to play games and drink the last of the soda while Derek packed up what he could and destroyed the rest.  They weren’t getting our things, no way!

“Fireworks for your birthday,” I said when the sky lit up and the ground shook.  The kids clapped at each new blast, but I could tell they were getting closer.

“Going to Nana’s,” I lied as we got in the car.

No going back, I thought as I stroked Em’s hair.

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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“.

Escape

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Sitting in front of a lane, watching the water, made the memories flood back.

I was too short for basketball, didn’t have the hand-eye coordination for baseball and hated football.  That made me a zero in school.

But I found the swim team.

I discovered that I was a fish.  I won often, but the kids at school didn’t care.  There were no cheer rallies for the swim team.

It didn’t matter.  When I was in the water, I was free.

The aid lifted my war-wracked and broken body into the pool.

I once more was a fish and free.

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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“.

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“.

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.