PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields
“What’s that thing?” Janie laughed.
Daryl tipped his floral ISLANDER hat. “This is a mere reminder of where my heart resides,” he said.
“Really? You ever been to an island? Ever even seen the ocean? And where’d you get that thing?”
Her questions hit him like punches. He almost reeled back, but he set his feet and his jaw. “Yes, no, no, and the internet if you must know.”
“Well, if you’ve never been to the islands, how do you know you’re an islander?”
“Come here,” Daryl said. “Look out the window at all the snow. That’s how I know.”
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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Billy loved spending his weekend at Gramps place. He would play with the neighborhood kids out back in the wide open field and surrounding woods.
They played a lot of chase and war, but Billy’s favorite was hide ‘n seek. He was, by his 11 year old reckoning, the king of hide ‘n seek, always finding the best hiding spots.
Like the old refrigerator he came upon just a bit off the path. He laughed as the heavy door closed tight, sealing him in darkness.
They would never find him there.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Sarah stacked the bills neatly atop the desk before calling her employees.
“Hello. Yes. We’re allowed to open tomorrow. No. I’ll get everything ready. Just come in tomorrow.”
A dozen of the same calls later, she made her way to the dining room
Oh the memories.
She worked through the night. With every place setting perfect except the lack of guest, she made to leave.
All was done, save one final deed. One switch wired just so by the back door. She flipped it on her way out.
Tears streamed down her face as her dreams went up in flames.
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PHOTO PROMPT © C.E.Ayr
Harry hopped down from his perch on the large green rumbling garbage truck before the squealing pads clamped down on the large rotors could force the massive vehicle to a standstill.
“Look at this Donny! Can you believe someone would throw that out?”
“As a matter of fact, I can,” Donny said. “Looks like trash to me.”
“Not to me! This will go perfect over the couch. Once it’s cleaned up that is.”
“You always do this Harry. Just toss the thing. You may be a hoarder, ya know?”
“Naw. Just help me get it in the cab, will ya?”
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PHOTO PROMPT © DOUGLAS M. MACILROY
“Hey Susie, you want to keep this one,” Randy shouted from behind the laptop at the kitchen table.
Susie muted the tv, shushing the talking head and gave an exasperated shout back, “which one is that?”
This had been going on all morning and she had had enough. It wasn’t fair that she was tortured just because Randy was out of work and bored.
“The one of that bird that flew into your office and crapped all over everything while you tried to get its picture. Remember?”
“Yes,” she sighed. “Gotta keep that one. It cost too much to trash.”
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Photo prompt copyright J Hardy Carroll
Marty swung the door up on the DeLorean and ignoring the looks at the steaming car, stepped out onto a sunny 1955, tree lined street. He waved at a woman and she screamed before running off.
The diner was just across the road. Just as he remembered it. He never thought he’d come back, but there was nowhere to eat in the future. Everything there had shut down.
He remembered great burgers. And fries to die for. Oh, and the malts! His stomach did a happy flip as he hurried across the street.
He never saw Biff round the corner.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Ceayr
Margie sat stiffly on the bench, her satchel placed beneath it, under a cloudless summer sky. Sparrows splashed in the fountain directly in front of her, but her glazed eyes never saw them.
A gloved man in a fine black suit came around the fountain to join her. He took note of her eyes and bare hands. It took all of his considerable will not to pull away.
“Do you have it?”
“Yes,” Margie replied standing and swaying as she found her feet.
She had disappeared before he carefully took the satchel in his gloved hand and left the park.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Liam crunched into the apple. Juice ran from the corners of his mouth and stuck in the bit of stubble he called a goatee. “That is so good.” He sat hard on the curb outside the store, held the apple high, and marveled. “I think I’ve found it.”
Emma shouldered her pack. “Congratulations. It’s an apple. You ready? We’ve got miles to go yet.”
“No listen. I read about this fruitarian diet and…” Crunch. “It could be for me.”
“That’s fine. Will’s grilling burgers tonight though.” Emma began walking.
“Hey wait! That’s tonight.”
Emma laughed. “More for us, I guess.” Continue reading “#FridayFictioneers – Fruitarian?”
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.
The papers reported that he showed no signs of depression.
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“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.
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