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Shimmer #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

Spiff watched the clock-slaved workings of the tides.  He stared fascinated as the shimmering water rushed over the land.  He had seen it all before, but the speed still took him by surprise.

Once again, as it had every other day, a strangely shaped figure approached just in front of the water’s edge.  He waved as always, but the figure ignored him.

Ignoring the figure in turn, Spiff set his focus past where the tides had shredded his ship as it pushed it against the rocks, and out towards the horizon.

The sky began to shimmer orange and yellow.  It wasn’t a strong effect, more like a mist, at least at first.

But then, as the star left full noon and began to set in the west, the form of the gas giant, filling the entire east side of the sky was visible beyond the blue atmosphere.

After watching the huge planet grow more distinct for a few minutes, Spiff turned to go back to his makeshift camp.  He had to hurry to beat the water, which, pulled by the immense planet, rose over a hundred meters at every tide, before receding back down, many, many kilometers away.

“Wait!”

The odd figure advanced past the onrushing water and strode up to Spiff.

“Perhaps I can help get you home.”

The sea shimmered read and gold as Spiff’s starship rose above the surging ocean.

Spiff climbed up the ramp just as the water reached him.

As the door closed, he heard the creature say, “Next time you stop for a visit, be more careful where you park!”

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If Spaceman Spiff” doesn’t sound familiar, maybe it should…  It was Calvin’s alter-ego in some of his best fantasies (comic strip Calvin and Hobbes)  Spaceman Spiff was either crashing his spaceship on distant exotic worlds or being captured by aliens.  Occasionally, the alien would turn out to be his mom, and actually help him (it was humiliating enough to be rescued by the alien without that kiss on the cheek!)   For some reason, every time I looked at the photo, I saw the huge gas giant in the sky, back beyond the clouds, and can hardly believe it isn’t there!  So I wrote it in…

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This was written for Sue Vincent’s writephoto weekly challenge.  She provided the photo at the top, as well as the key word, “shimmer”.

With an Overabundance of Caution

the-gate

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

Rob backed away from the gate when he saw the package lying in wait.

Nobody knew he was there, did they?  Was his cover blown?

Rob moved to a different vantage point. The package crouched, waiting to pounce.

He had been out of the business for years, but knew what these packages meant.  They’d find parts of him in three counties…

Well, he still had hardware from his “working days”!  There’d be nothing left.

The reverberation from the explosion was dying out when his cell rang. He smiled.

“Hi Mom.”

“Hi Honey. Did you get the birthday present I sent?”

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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“.

Vista #writephoto

vista

Photo by Sue Vincent

Looking down, all I can see are the chalk lines of my life.  There is a path of memory behind, and I can make out that there might be a path cut into the Earth ahead, but what does it mean?  An ant on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel will have more idea of the design than I.

But then, perhaps, I am more like Michelangelo, flat on his back, quickly applying the pigment to the chalk-white plaster as it dries all too quick.  Each stroke of the brush took into account all of the others, even if they were impossible to see.

But then, he knew where he was going, didn’t he?  Do I?

Perhaps it isn’t important to see this chalk drawing of life in its entirety.  Perhaps it is better to look out and search for the distant sea.  Perhaps it is best to understand the setting.  Perhaps it is better to drink in the fragrant summer air and enjoy the view.

Perhaps it is about the vista, not the ground below my feet.

Perhaps I need to look up, not down.

Perhaps.

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Written for Sue Vincent’s writephoto challenge.  The photo at the top is her photo-prompt.  She also provided the key word “Vista”.

The More Things Change, the More…

anonymous-kitchen-photo

PHOTO PROMPT @ A. Noni Mouse

Ah, summer.  The morning sun could actually reach deep into the canyon street to find the window to my claustrophobic kitchen.  The one bit of green in my life loved it, but my eyes burned.

The loud music that played half the night continued to echo in my ears.

I sat down for breakfast.  The neighbors on the right were already fighting.

I pictured my beautiful coastal house.

It was now under water.

As was my childhood home.

I still missed the farm.

The air conditioning kicking on pulled me out of my reverie.

It would be another hot day.

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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 © A. Noni Mouse. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Dream #writephoto

dream

Photo by Sue Vincent

I walk down the lavender path
Under rose petal skies
Scents of lilac and cinnamon
Permeate the clear ether
Each step in the heather
A
nd the heath
Peels away a century

Each step reawakens a memory
Present and past collide with…

“What in the world are you talking about?”

“You asked me about my dream, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but this sounds like an acid trip turned to song. “Picture yourself in a boat” and all…”

“Well, perhaps an acid trip is a type of waking dream.”

“Right.”

“Anyway, the dream is simple.  Everything is vibrating, from the quarks and leptons to galaxy clusters.  We all have our own frequency with our own harmonic spectrum above it.  Sometimes we find ourselves in harmony with someone else.  Love. Or something else. Belonging. Or sometime else…”

“I was right, an acid trip.”

“A dream. And I found my harmony as I walked down the lavender path under the rose petal skies.  The scents of lilac and cinnamon permeated the clear ether.  Each step…”

“Oh, never mind.”

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This was written for Sue Vincent’s writephoto challenge.  The photo at the top was taken and provided by Sue, as was the key word, “Dream“.

Delayed Green

delayed-green-naama-yehuda

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehudah

Whoa, hotrod, cool that engine!  Yeah, I know it’s been a while and you’re feeling frisky, but we don’t want an accident here, do we? Live in the moment, and see the now, not the destination, OK? Good things come to those who wait, as they say.  No reason to rush it. No hurry. Let’s just enjoy idling here for a moment as we wait for the light to change and ease into it when the time is right.  No stress. Yeah, that’s it, we’ll find the rhythm and… Wait, what just happened?  What?  You popped the clutch and stalled?

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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 © Na’ama Yehudah. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

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Yeah, the leaves are turning red, so the green is delayed ;)

More seriously, there are a few intersections around here were people accelerate on yellow (very common) and people start moving as the other direction turns red, causing at least one fatal accident a year.  “Delayed Green” helps, but the cars running the red lights figure it out and so trust their luck even more, and the accidents still happen…

Eggs in a Row

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Todd Foltz

Gramp nodded at the assorted tools and materials.

“Looks good, Timmy, but go over the list and directions one more time, just to be sure.”

“But Grandpa, I’ve done it a million times.”

Grandpa smiled. Nothing is as impatient as a 10-year-old boy.

“I know, but remember, measure twice, cut once – we need to be sure you have all your eggs in a row.”

“Don’t you mean ducks?”

Grandpa frowned.

“Nope, eggs.  The project is in the embryo stage.”

Timmy just stared.

Grandpa laughed.

“In other words, don’t go counting your ducks before they hatch.” Grandpa winked.  “Let’s get started.”

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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 © Todd Foltz. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

This Old House

the-view

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“I’m sorry, I’m busy all day today.  After mowing and trimming, I have to clean the gutters.  There’s supposed to be a wicked storm this week and you know I told about the mess last time it rained.”

“This week the gutters, last week putting out mulch, the week before fixing your kitchen sink, the week before that…”

“I know, I know.  Sigh.  I’ll eventually have a free day.”

“That old house sure keeps you busy.  It’s been months, years, since you’ve had any time…”

“Tell me about it.”

“Why did you buy it, anyway?”

“For the freedom it affords.”

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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“.

Secret #writephoto

secret

Photo by Sue Vincent

“I have tried to understand…” There were tears at the edge of his eyes.

She kept her face as impassive as possible, still as stone.  “Have you?”  She crossed her arms.

“If you ask, perhaps not.  My failing.  I just thought… I felt… You…” His head dropped; he broke the eye contact.

“I assume you are moving on then?”

He raised his glaze, locked his eyes on hers once again.

“That seems to be your wish.”

She nodded once.

He shook his head.  “If only you would show some emotion, anything; anger, sadness, joy that I’m leaving; anything.”

She just stared, her face as emotionless as the door.

“Fine.  Goodbye.”  He turned, looked at the door for a second, and then left.

It was a relief when door closed.  He was close to discovering her secret.

She had long ago closed her heart, locked it up and threw away the key.  He thought that he could reach her, find her, but the days for that were over long ago, when…

She regained her composure, her secret safe once again. She grabbed her jacket and headed for the door.

Dinner out was in order.

She checked that thought and smiled.

Dinner out alone was in order.

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This was written for Sue Vincent’s writephoto challenge.  The photo at the top is Sue’s and she also provided the key word “Secret”.

The Clue

remains-of-ted-strutz

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

We all cringed when Maley opened the crumbled paper found with the body and tasted some of the crumbs.

He walked away, phone against face.  I could see him nodding.  In a few minutes he came back.

“Our Fast Food Killer made a mistake this time,” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“The perp was at Deckards at 7:30 PM last night.  We have him on security camera and a license number.  Quick look up, and bingo.”

“You got that from a crumb?”

“He used a McDonald’s mustard.  I was there at 7:30 and saw it.  Taste confirmed.  It’s our man.”

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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“.