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Cover Story

PHOTO PROMPT © Susan Eames

Everyone gathered, giving me sympathy. Yuck.  I love the anonymity of being an assistant.  Mr. Jameson tut-tutted over my foot and told me he would take it easy on me.  Even Ms. Evans stopped and patted my head like a sick child.  I doubt if anyone believed my story.  Fine.

Later, my other phone vibrated.  Nobody was around so I took it out.  Fingerprint, retina scan and 18-digit passcode later, I read the text message.

“Thanks for making the world safe, once again.”  It was the president.

Mr. Jameson had joked that at least I had some excitement.

I smiled.

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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“.

Guardian “Angel”

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter

“You’re the luckiest man I know.”

“Just my guardian angel.” Pete winked as he collected the cash.

It had been a running joke, but Pete more than half believed it. 

He was lucky; extremely lucky.

It wasn’t just all of the good things that seemed to happen to him, it was missing the bad.

Later, celebrating with a third martini, Pete somehow tripped off of the balcony.

He’d never been seriously injured before, but there was something about that landing…

The shadow that appeared was ominous.

“You’ve had a good run of it, Petie, but time to pay the 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 © Sarah Potter. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Magic Door

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Marge tried in vain to ignore the reminders that another year was slipping away.  Where does the time go?  Didn’t they just have the Easter egg hunts, and yet here were Christmas decorations!

Approaching the gaudily decorated, mirrored door, Marge tried to avoid the reflection of her lined face.

Only it wasn’t there.

Nor were any of the throngs of people. The park reflected from across the street, serene in the fresh-fallen snow, beckoned.

The world wouldn’t end if she missed work, would it? She turned and walked across to the park, the first smile in weeks on her lips.

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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“.

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Dale’s photo was labeled “Magic Door”. I liked that, and so named my story after the photo :)

The Tour’s End

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“This place just oozes history.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I can feel the thousands of years with every step.”

“Yep.”

“The lives that passed through here.  Who knows who stood in this exact spot!”

“Uh-huh.”

“It gives you a sense of perspective, doesn’t it?  How fleeting a single life when we look at civilization as a whole.”

“Yep.”

“But that sense of insignificance is driven out by that bigger sense of the immortal city.”

“Thinking of death…”

“Here we go…”

“It’s just that our exposure levels are high and we need to hurry to catch the next shuttle off planet while we can.”

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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“.

This is not a Drill

PHOTO PROMPT – © J Hardy Carroll

“Now class…”

A thousand furies crying in pain cut off Ms. Walker’s sentence.

She looked out of the window, then turned to the students, raising her voice to be heard over the alarm.

“Out in the hall, now,” she said.  “Up against the lockers, kneel with your hands covering your neck.”

Katie opened her backpack to find her phone.

“Katie, drop it, get down, now.”

A dull roar filled the hall, but was soon over.  The kids filed back into the room.

*

“So, Katie, anything interesting happen at school today?”

“No,” Katie said, not looking up from her phone.

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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“.

Diner Talk

PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Refill, Honey?”

The waitress couldn’t have been more than 22.

“Sure.”

“There you go, Dearie.” She patted his shoulder. “Your food’ll be right out.”

A deep wood sprang up just past the flower boxes, not a car in sight.

“Two pancakes and bacon, Hon.  Enjoy!”

The maple syrup was real without him asking.

He ate to the gentle buzz of conversation.

“Need another refill, Love?” Her warm smile seemed genuine.

That last meal in Manhattan came back in all of its gory detail, the rude faces, Jan’s anger.

“Sure.” He returned her smile.

Sipping coffee, he thought, “Perhaps I’ll stay.”

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Word count = 100

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A few days ago I had a conversation with someone about how it seems that every waitress in every diner, no matter her age, seems to call every male over 20 “Hon”, “Honey” or “Dearie”. She had a few theories, which I won’t repeat, but my comment was about how odd it sometimes felt in the “me too” era. Actually, I always felt it was odd, but worse now! But perhaps they are right, perhaps it does make some people feel at home.

On the Set

PHOTO PROMPT © C.E.Ayr

“We’re going to need a pinker boat.”

“Cut! ‘Bigger’, ‘a bigger boat’; ‘bigger’! OK, back to your places. Let’s try this again.”

Jennifer didn’t move. “What’s up with the pink boat anyway?  The Orca looks more like the Dorka.”

“It fits the rewrite.”

“And the new ending?  I mean, come on, ‘Bruce’ is the monster.”

“The original was idiotic. Who would ever believe it?  I didn’t.”

“As long as we are talking rewrites,” Kim said, “I want more swearing, damn it.  Quint is a nasty woman…”

Cheryl shook her head. “Why did I ever take on this all-female version of Jaws?”

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I did not watch the all female version of Ghost Busters…. As a FYI – ‘Bruce’ was the name they gave to the mechanical shark while filming Jaws.

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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“.

The Best On-Water Dining!

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

“I finally got us a table at Poseidon’s Paradise!  We’re booked for 4:15.”

“Whoo-hoo, the most talked about restaurant on the coast!  Uhm, isn’t that an odd time for dinner?”

“Their hours of operation change from day to day and that is the latest opening I could get before they shut for the evening. As it is, we’ll have to be out of there by 5.”

“Why are the closing so early on a Friday?”

“You know how they say it is the closest to the ocean experience anywhere?”

“Yeah?”

“The dining room is underwater four hours per tide cycle.”

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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“.

Sixteen Years Since Fallujah

PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin

“Incoming!”

Jered stared into a new sun for a fraction of a second before being pushed into darkness.

“Hey, you, get up!”

Jered put his arms up against the bright light.

“Get the Hell out of here!”

A rubbish bin came into focus under the rising sun.  A man stood beside it.  He shook a bar at Jered.

“I mean now, you stinking bum.  This is private property.”

Jered forced his unresponsive body up and stumbled out of the alley.

“Damn drunk,” the man said as he entered the store with a “We Support Our Troops” sign in the doorway.

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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 © Rowena Curtin. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Old World Vacation

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

I never liked garlic, and I certainly hated “garlic breath”.

The minute I walked into the tiny get-away cottage, I was overwhelmed by the garlic. Truthfully, the place reeked.

All of it went outside and I opened the windows wide to freshen the place.  With just one whiff of dinner, I knew I was going to live on bread alone despite the hostess going on and on about immunity.

Late the next night I met the only local that didn’t have garlic breath.  Divine.

Awake once again, my aversion to garlic is worse.  And sunlight. I should have listened…

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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“.