#FridayFictioneers – The Party’s Over

The Johnson’s checked out early Sunday morning to return home in preparation for the week ahead.

“What a weekend,” Ronny yawned to his wife as he unlocked the door and swung it open.  The stench hit them full in the face.

PHOTO PROMPT © Yvette Prior

“What the…,” Fran exclaimed peering over Ronny’s shoulder.  She couldn’t believe her eyes as Lil Ron lay passed out on the couch amid a mess of bottles, overflowing ash trays, and was that vomit on her new carpet!

Ronny took it all in before stomping over to his son.  “Wake up boy,” he shook him roughly, “The party’s over.”

WC:  100


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#FridayFictioneers – Ready To Go

PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio

Rob lifted his head above the top step and looked through the planters at his old life before laying back again in a spreading pool of blood.

Jen screamed nonstop curses from the window above as he lay there, his life leaking onto the brick.  She threw his phone.  Plastic and glass shattered inches from his head, peppering his face.

So much for calling 9-1-1, he thought closing his eyes.  It would be over soon.  Will that be so bad.  

Curses fell from above like rain along with drawers full of his clothes.

I’m ready go anyway, he thought.  So ready.

WC:  100


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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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#FridayFictioneers – Road’s Closed

PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg

“Road’s closed,” George huffed, slipping his pack off and tossing it. He settled beside it and pulled a canteen free. “Guess we’re heading back.”

“We can’t. Look at all that nature.” Riley gestured out beyond the horizon, his voice panicked. “No way can we turn back now.”

George pulled hard from the canteen and nodded. “You may be right.”

Riley grinned. “I knew you’d…”

“Hold on,” George interrupted. “You’ve got fifteen minutes to take pictures or whatever. Then I’m heading back.”

Riley stomped off. There was no sense in arguing.

Walking back, George considered driving back to get his sign.

WC: 100


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#FridayFictioneers – Squatching

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Brittle brown winter grass crunched beneath the Captain’s booted feet as he stepped from the cruiser and cast a skeptical eye over the scene.

“Sir,” a young man called from down the incline .

The captain cut in. “Why detective, am I in the middle of nowhere?”

“It’s Sarah. She’s gone.”

“Oh come on. She does this sort of thing.”

“Not like this.  She would never leave her camera,” he replied exasperated. “And besides that, the photos.”

“Photos?” the captain questioned. “Was she Squatching again?”

The detective slowly shook his head.  “Yeah, and she may have had some luck this time.”

WC:  100


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#FridayFictioneers – Web of Lies

PHOTO PROMPT © Victor and Sarah Potter

“What a nice web you have,” the fly said to the spider.

“Well thank you,” replied spider, innocently. “Won’t you come over and rest a bit.”

The fly thought a bit.  The web was nice, gleaming in the light, and her wings were getting tired.  Though her mother had warned her against spiders, this one seemed so nice.

“I don’t know,” she said.  “I should be flying on home.”

“But it’s such a long flight.  A rest would do you good, besides I could use the company.  It gets so lonely up here.  Please.”

“Okay, but I can’t stay long.”

WC:  100

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#FridayFictioneers – It Comes Back

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“But, I wanna go out and play,” Shane wined.  He drug a plaid sleeve across his runny nose, looking up hopefully.

Sheyla looked down on her little brother with pity in her eyes.  “Not gonna happen little bro.  Mom would kill me if I let you go out there in the freezing.”

“Mom’s not here though.  She left.”

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