#FridayFictioneers – The Getaway

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

Brick exploded into chip and dust that turned the water beneath a rusty red.

Jim swore as the bullets whizzed past and slammed the throttle down.  Water shot from the motor, and the small boat jumped forward.

More brick exploded to is left as he whipped right around the corner, head low for cover and speed.  Peering over the bow, he saw the way blocked.  Two large boats filled the narrow canal from red brick wall to red brick wall, save for a small gap at the center.

Jim gritted his teeth and aimed for the gap.

WC:  97


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#FridayFictioneers – Best Trip Ever

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

Claude almost spat coffee, pulled socked feet from the RV counter-top, and sat bolt upright.  “Mabe, come look.”

Mabel pulled a pillow over her head.  “Sleeping,” she mumbled.

“Oh, you can sleep anytime.”

“Exactly.  Anytime is now.”

“You’re going to miss it.”

“Ugh.  Whaaaat?”  Mabel swung her legs to the floor and started for the kitchen.

“Careful.  Not so fast, you’ll scare it away.”

She stared daggers back.  “What is it?”

“Check out that cool bird.  It’s so close.  Isn’t this the best trip ever?”

“I see it.  It is.  I’m going to sleep.”

“Waste of a morning,” Claude grumbled.

WC:  100


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#WeekendCoffeeShare – Off The Wagon

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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I fell off the writing wagon, then I would forestall any questions you had until you decided on a beverage to sip while we talked.  Tonight, I’m having cinnamon spiced tea.  It is very good, and I can get a cup for you.  There is of course coffee and water around too.  What would you like?

Now that we’re settled in with drinks and Jimmy Buffett playing for us, “A Pirate Looks at 40” right now, we can talk.

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#FridayFictioneers – Hall of Warriors

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Jude read the inscription, “Hall of Warriors,” and stumbled through the double doors.

Cool air enveloped him, evaporating sweat from sunburned skin.  Exposed skin turned to goose-flesh as he slumped against a wall and slid to the floor.

A giant warrior from an age long past dominated the room, glaring down on the small, soft, people who filled the room.

“Come on, come on!”  Sammy tugged at Jude’s arm.

“In a minute son.  You’ll see them all.  I promise.  Help me up.”

“What now?” Sammy asked as they edged along the wall.

“The concession stand.  I need something to drink.”

WC:  100

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#FridayFictioneers – What Cannot Be Taken

PHOTO PROMPT submitted by Courtney Wright. © Photographer prefers to remain anonymous.

“Oh my,” exclaimed Lara.  “This is ghastly.  Ruins the decor.”

Jacob winced.  “You don’t understand,” he whispered.

“Understand?  What is Franco thinking?”

Franco cringed.  A haughty voice carried across the hall.  He started in that direction.

“Keep it down.”  Jacob scanned the room, noting every attendee.  “Please don’t let Franco hear.”

“Please.  Surely Franco fires the decorator.”

“You don’t understand, those shoes…”

“Those shoes,” Franco cut in, “made this possible.  They walked to school for years.  Secured my education.”

Lara turned horrified.  “I didn’t know.”

“You came from money.  But money can be taken.  What those shoes brought me, cannot.”

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#WeekendCoffeeShare – So, so tired…

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you how tired I really am right now.  Then, I’d offer you a cup of this fine (not really) hotel coffee.  That’s all I really have right now, other than water.  It’s good water though.  So for that, I apologize.  There’s got to be a coffee shop around here somewhere, but again, tired.  And that bed is right there and, well, you know.

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We ran a Spartan Super today, and let me tell you, there was some suffering going on out there.  Out weather has been mild lately, but today was nothing but hot.  Mid 90’s and humid turned what looked to be a good race into a struggle.

All was good, not great, at the 5 mile mark.  By the sixth mile the cramps came on hard, and they didn’t quit.  Not even after the race was done at about 8.5 miles.  You could say that it was a tale of two races.  There for a while, I thought that I would have a great, maybe my best, race ever despite not feeling my running legs early.  Then the last bit, when it all fell apart.

Since the race ended, I’ve hydrated like a madman.  We race again tomorrow after all, and it would be nice to do it without the cramps.  I’m not confident.  Tomorrow’s race is a Sprint so it won’t be as long.  So that’s good.  It should come in somewhere between 3 to 5 miles, and if I’m lucky, cramp free.

I do appreciate you stopping by!  But unfortunately, I’m going to put my head on that pillow over there, so I’ll see you next week if not before.  Have a great week everyone!


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#FridayFictioneers – They Will Pay

PHOTO PROMPT ©Jill Wisoff

Lon tripped, flew through the air, and skid to a halt, asphalt tore into palms, elbows, and knees.

Pushing himself painfully to his feet, he raised his eyes to the massive structure dominating the night sky.  The Tower.  Too late he realized as the Tower began to glow.

Once charged, his world would be gone.  Blasted to dust.  So many lives lost.  Just like that, and there was nothing to do.  Too late to save his world.  Not too late to make them pay.

Blood streaked his arms, tears his cheeks as he ran to the Tower.

They will pay.

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