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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

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“.

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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“.

The Park…

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“Go home.”

The kid on the skateboard spat at Robert.

“I am, jerk.”

Robert found an out of the way spot to watch the basketball game. He hoped to play, but he knew the other kids didn’t want him.

“Roberto, Mama says it’s dinner time.”

He rolled his eyes at his sister. Why did she have to come?

“Roberto, your Mama is calling!” one of the kids jeered.

He stopped and looked at the chalk words, half English, half Spanish, scrawled on the pavement.

“Park es para all!”

Juan, his brother’s body was found the day after he wrote it.

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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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I’m sure the words are more French than Spanish, but they are what caught me eye…

1975 vs 2019

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PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

“Get a move on, we need to get there early.”

It was a 30-minute drive to the theater.

Although the movie had been there for two weeks, the line stretched around the corner.

“Ya got kids? You know you won’t make the 5:30 showing, don’cha?”

It started to rain.

The line started to move at 5:15. Would we make it?

The door closed just before we entered. At least we’d make the 8 PM showing.

It rained harder.

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“Hey, the new movie is at the 25-screen-multiplex.”

“What and wait in line for 5 minutes? It’ll be streaming in a month.”

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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 Yehuda.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

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Does anyone remember waiting in line, sometimes for hours, to see a hit movie like Jaws or Star Wars (The movie once known only as “Star Wars”, no other name or number needed)? Yeah, the good old days ;)

Early Man

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It was a gorgeous day. The sky was that dark blue that is reserved for only the nicest of autumn days. A herd of deer foraged in the meadow overlooking the glacial stream. The clear water of the stream sparkled like diamonds in the warm sun. Birds flitted back and forth, from one shrub to the other. In the distance the dark green blur of the boreal forest could be made out in the distance.

How could anyone be unhappy on such a day?

But Dr. Stevens was unhappy; very unhappy.

“A few measly thousand years for the first ones to arrive from Asia, but I arrived early,” he muttered. “Too early. And…”

Through the voice of the rushing water and the singing of the birds Dr. Stevens heard and felt a deep rumble. He sighed and turned to look, knowing what he’d see.

The herd of mammoth were on the move again, once more trampling over the remains of his destroyed time machine.

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I wanted inspiration for a new story, so I picked an old drawing at random. Here it is :)