#FridayFictioneers – What Cannot Be Taken

PHOTO PROMPT submitted by Courtney Wright. © Photographer prefers to remain anonymous.

“Oh my,” exclaimed Lara.  “This is ghastly.  Ruins the decor.”

Jacob winced.  “You don’t understand,” he whispered.

“Understand?  What is Franco thinking?”

Franco cringed.  A haughty voice carried across the hall.  He started in that direction.

“Keep it down.”  Jacob scanned the room, noting every attendee.  “Please don’t let Franco hear.”

“Please.  Surely Franco fires the decorator.”

“You don’t understand, those shoes…”

“Those shoes,” Franco cut in, “made this possible.  They walked to school for years.  Secured my education.”

Lara turned horrified.  “I didn’t know.”

“You came from money.  But money can be taken.  What those shoes brought me, cannot.”

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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 – A Cool Drink of Water

PHOTO PROMPT © Karen Rawson

“Go,” Johnny coughed.  “Water.”

Michelle limped the path to the stream and collected a tall cool jar of water.

She was a good wife.  Had always been.  Never complained.

Back up the path, careful not to spill a drop, she returned.  “Here, fresh from the stream.”

Johnny snatched the jar away and drank greedily, spilling water around the corners of his mouth.  He slammed the empty jar down.  “More!”

“Be right back.”

Grumbling how dumb she was not to bring more in a trip, he watched her leave.

Michelle disagreed.  She didn’t want to poison any more water than necessary.

WC:  100


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#FridayFictioneers – The Summit

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

Lydia sprinted the final 50 yards to the summit, spread her arms wide, breathed in the cool, crisp mountain air and let out a huge “whew-we” that echoed back to her again and again.  A smile split her face in two.

Fifteen minutes later, a huffing, sweat covered Darren joined her.  After a halfhearted high five, he lay flat on his back, closed his eyes and did little other than breath.

“Oh, come now, have a look.  It’s beautiful.”

Groaning, Darren propped up and scanned the horizon.  “It is,” he admitted.

“So, worth the run, right?”

“I wouldn’t go that far.

WC:  100


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#FridayFictioneers – Flying Saucers, Dude

PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

“Woe!  Dude, did you see that?”  Cindy looked wild eyed into the sky, lost her footing and fell into a pile of straw.

“What?” Scott asked in a thick voice.  He looked around halfheartedly through squinted bloodshot eyes.  Shading the sun with one hand, he looked, not knowing what he was supposed to be looking for.

“You see it?”

“See what?”

“The flying saucer dude.”

“Oh!  You’re hallucinating again.”  Scott plopped down in the straw next to Cindy.  “But since we’re both in the straw.”

Cindy pushed him away.  Another saucer zoomed past.  She screamed, and bolted into the woods.

WC:  100


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#FridayFictioneers – Cool Breeze

PHOTO PROMPT © Yarnspinnerr

Carl lay back looking up through the hole in the rotted roof.  Sweat on his forehead ran down into his eyes.

The midday sun hid just outside his line of sight, burning bright and hot in a cloudless sky.

What I wouldn’t give for a cool breeze, he thought.  He looked over at the defunct ceiling fan,  wishing yet again that it could spin.  How nice that would be, if the blades were straight and spinning, making this tropical paradise bearable.

That however was not to be.  So he poured another tequila, and waited for a cool breeze to blow.

 

WC:  100


#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at RochelleWisoff.com. You should check out her sight and perhaps try your hand at writing a 100 word story.

Good luck!

#FridayFictioneers – Nobody’s Fault

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

“Pull over Butch.  This is the spot,” Ray said ignoring his passenger.

Brakes squealed over the low engine hum and gravel crunch as the long black sedan pulled to a stop.

Ray pushed open his door and stepped out.  “Let’s go,” he said looking over his shoulder.  “You wanted to talk?  Well, now’s your chance.”

Sly opened his own door and slunk over to the table beneath the great oak.  He didn’t know how many were buried here, just that it was a lot.

They sat.

“It wasn’t my fault, Boss.”

“I know,” Ray said.  “It’s Nobody’s fault.  It always is.”

WC:  100

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