#FridayFictioneers – Tin Man Fan?

PHOTO PROMPT © Nick Allen

“This one was used by Henry Ford in 1908 as they tweaked the Model T’s production line,” Nick said.  This one a few years later, on the Model TT, Ford’s first truck model.”

“Really,” Sarey said trying to look interested as he talked.  He was a good looking guy, and rich to boot.  But what kind of guy collected oil cans?  Car guys, okay, but oil cans?

“I’m sorry.  I’m boring you.  You wanna just go get something to eat?”

“Sure, but why oil cans?”

Nick shrugged and glanced over the mantle.

Sarey cringed at the Tin Man mural painted there.

WC:  100

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#FridayFictioneers – Thanksgiving 2018

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Jeremiah took the package and walked a little distance to the river’s edge, hopped from rock to rock and settled down where the rushing water could rumble around him.

Warm sun forced the long tan coat he wore off, so he folded it neatly and laid it beside him, clear of the water insuring it would be dry for the night’s cold.  It was a good coat, showing a few holes from years of wear, but it would be good for years yet.

Settled, he looked to the sky, mumbled a few words of thanks, and unwrapped the turkey sandwich.


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#FridayFictioneers – Laying in Wait

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Gravel crunched underfoot sounding a rhythm as Casey ran the river trail.  The sun blazed down, turning what should have been a cool fall day into very late summer scorcher that pulled sweat from every pore of the lone trail runner.

Just a couple more miles to the bridge and cool shade by the water.

At the bridge Casey drank water from a reusable bottle and stretched the legs out before sitting on a pile of large, cool rocks to rest in the refreshingly moist river air.

Casey never saw who lay behind the rocks until it was too late.

WC: 100

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#FridayFictioneers – Voices

PHOTO PROMPT © J.S. Brand

Stacy looked out back and started.  Marv crouched there in underpants, chisel in hand, carefully working the huge chunk of wood, making… something?

“Marv?  Marv, what are you carving?” Stacy called from the now open rear door. “Come in Marv, you’ll catch cold.”

Marv kept working, ignoring the cold as he ignored his wife.  He had no answer.  The voices hadn’t said what it was.

“Get in here before the neighbors see!”

“Finish!” the voices screamed.  “Finish!”

Marv worked frantically, obeying the voices.  Stacy’s cries blew away like wind, drowned by the voices.  Only the voices mattered.

“Finish, finish, finish.”

WC:  100


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#FridayFictioneers – The Game of Kings

PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold

Benny sat the chess board on the table and placed the pieces.

Larry had always said that they were playing “The game of kings” as the pieces settled on the board

“Then why are we playing?” Benny always answered back.

The board set, Benny pulled out the ouija, placed his hands on the teardrop shaped pointer and thought of his friend.  “You first,” he said.

The pointer moved, letter to letter, allowing Benny to construct the words.

“Queen’s pawn to D4,” the board spelled out.

Benny smiled, knowing that would be his friend’s first move.  Same ole Larry, he thought.

WC:  100


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#FridayFictioneers – Reclaimers

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

The cleric stood atop the dais, speaking softly to the assembled circling the alter.

“Tonight!,” he exclaimed.  Fire erupted from torches bathing the assembled in fierce heat.  They pulled away, then leaned in as soft words accompanied the flames dwindling.  “Go forth.  What has been taken will be reclaimed.”

“Yes,” they shouted.  “Yes, we will reclaim!”

“Bring fire upon the unbelievers.  Rise up, strong and fierce,” he elongated fierce, accenting it with another gout of flame.

With destruction in their hearts, they poured from the assembly.

The cleric, his work done, retired atop the tower to watch the world burn.

WC:  100

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#FridayFictioneers – Getting Down

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Billy sat stunned in the grass watching Sally climb.  She was half monkey.  More than half.  She scaled the shear wall, finding invisible holds, ascending the ancient stone with ease.

“Come on up,” Sally called from from her perch atop the wall, receiving a doubtful look in return.  “I’ll guide you.”

Wanting to be like his big sis, Billy placed hesitant hands to stone.  Then he was climbing under Sally’s direction, finding invisible holds until he was too high to fall and too low to reach Sally.

“Help!”

Walking away, Sally called back, “Help?  But getting down is so easy.”

WC:  100


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