#FridayFictioneers – Behind the Curtain

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The papers would all say that it was their greatest performance. One for the ages.

The cast would never forget it.

Devon locked arms with his fellow performers and bowed low. The applause was deafening. Their smiles wide. The curtain fell as they waved enthusiastically to the adoring crowd.

He was found slumped against a wall in his dressing room the next morning. A spent pill bottle on the floor. Vodka bottle clutched in a fist.

A crumpled paper lay beside the stage make-up. He had scrawled one word.

“Sorry.”

The papers reported that he showed no signs of depression.

WC: 100


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#WeekendCoffeeShare – 2020-02-23

If we were having coffee, we would be in the car again, looking for that next cup of Joe, whether it be at a roadside coffee shop or when we get home. Only time will tell on that front. As for now, we have water to hold us over if we get too thirsty.

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#FridayFictioneers – How Much?

PHOTO PROMPT © Dawn Miller

“Just pick one already?” Josh said. “The game’s on soon.” They walked back through the gallery yet again.

Cindy shrugged. “I like them both. What do you think?”

“I’ll go with whichever’s cheaper.”

Cindy rolled her eyes before cutting him a look. “Men,” she mumbled as they neared the painting she was leaning toward. A red barn set beneath a blue sky on a field of green. It conjured memories she thought lost to her, causing tears to well in her eyes. “This one.”

Josh flipped the paper slip up to check the price. He thought he may cry also.

WC: 100


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#WeekendCoffeeShare – 2020-02-16

if we were having coffee, we’d be in the car and I’d promise that we would stop at Starbucks in a bit.  Once there, we can do this thing properly, with drinks, hot or cold, and all the glorious smells of brewing coffee that come with it.

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#FridayFictioneers – A Day for Poems

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“How miserable is this weather,” Raul moaned.

“Oh no,” April said. “This is the perfect day to stay in and… I don’t know, write some poems.”

“Poems? No thanks. Never been able to figure them out.”

“That’s because you never really tried.”

Raul slumped down in the couch cushions. “Did too. The words just don’t fit together.”

“You’re overthinking. How’s this:

"The rain today,
Is here to stay,
Time to write,
Since I can"t go play...

“Ugh! Maybe you’re right. That’s no good”

“No, I liked it.” Raul sat up and stared into the rain. “Lemme try… Okay, here goes…”

WC: 100


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#WeekendCoffeeShare – 2020-02-07

If we were having coffee, I’d say “Happy Friday to ya,” and we could sit around, sipping hot beverages and expounding on how great it is that the weekend is here. Tonight, I’m having a little bit of apple cider since I’ve already had quite a bit of coffee today, but no worries, I can hook you right up with a cup. Only takes a couple of minutes to brew a pot and we’ll be in business. There are other things as well. Hot cocoa, tea, and what-have-you. I’m sure we can come up with something.

Music from the Gin Blossoms is playing as we sip our drinks, Super Girl is playing now. It’s a live album and it’s on random, so who knows what’s next. If we don’t like it, we’ll skip ahead.

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#FridayFictioneers – Left and Right

PHOTO PROMPT © Ulrika Undén

The down side didn’t work. I wondered why but kept silent.

There were men with guns. Hard looking men. They didn’t seem the talking type.

Surely there would be someone on the upper level to explain. We were citizens and as such, deserved an explanation.

The escalator carried us up to where we slotted into lines. More hard-eyed, gun carrying men lined the walls.

Haz-mat suited figures scanned those at the head of the lines. They parted the subjects left and right.

A man screamed and ran. A dozen rifles appeared before him. He wept and parted to the left.

WC: 100


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