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…”
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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.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
The snow had quit. The wind had not. It howled, driving temperatures below zero. Martin followed the tracks, wondering if his thick gloved finger would fit inside the trigger guard of his Glock.
The body lay just outside the halo of light from the park lamp. What was left was half buried in snow dyed red with its own blood.
“Oh dear God,” Martin gasped.
Flashlight beams trembled over the red covered white, tracing the line of tracks to the edge of the forest.
A howl rose on the wind.
Martin shivered. It had nothing to do with the cold.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda
Sammy knew what he had to do. It wouldn’t be easy, but if he could mange, it would be worth it. He hoped it would anyway.
He pulled in a deep, steadying breath and went for it, peeling the plastic from the tray and attacking the contents. All the nutrition he needed and no taste. It all went down with hardly a chew. Hardly a taste.
“Very good,” his mom said smiling. “Slow down for dessert. You don’t want brain-freeze.”
She needn’t have worried. He would savor this. His favorite with none of the nutrients and all of the taste.
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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
The airlock clanged jarring Sarey from her thoughts. It was a months long trip of stars and blackness, and she was both happy that it was over and apprehensive at what awaited her. She already missed the color of Earth.
Heavy doors hissed open. The Captain greeted her in the gray tube that ran from docking to Control. They walked gray corridors, wore gray uniforms, and lived on a gray, lifeless world.
She would change that.
Her workstation was gray and barren. She stuck a photo to her monitor.
“Okay Mars, let’s get you growing.”
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PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr
The moment the wheels stopped rolling, the RV door flew open and kids poured out like sands through an hourglass. They screamed and jumped, reveling in the freedom of open spaces and sunny skies.
Exhausted, Jan propped herself in the doorway. “You kids go play.”
They yipped and ran, playground bound, kicking up deep sandy footprints.
“Be back for dinner,” she called at their backs. “Don’t make me send your dad after you.”
Jan closed the door and collapsed on the couch. Dan turned from the instrument panel to look at her. “Dinner?”
“Yeah,” said Jan, “we’re ordering pizza tonight.”
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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
“No. Please,” Fin begged. Shivering in nothing but his tighty-whities, he wished for his gazebo bound clothes.
Bob laughed. “Please? That all you got?”
Large hands grasped Fin by the shoulders, held tight against his struggles, and pressed him onto the dock stretching over the icy water.
Pressed to the edge, Fin saw everything with perfect clarity. Snow covered beaches, epic mountains filling the horizon, and all that ice cold water.
Then he was flying, swimming, gasping, and being pulled out of the icy depths.
“We do this every year! Welcome to the family!”
Fin wondered what he married into.
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