#FridayFictioneers – Moon Bathing

Kennesaw toweled off, stepped from the shower and into the small living space of the apartment.  Mother Moon, brighter tonight than he had seen in centuries called to him.

Soon, her powers would pour once more into him and his kind.  The prophecy was at hand. His aged, weak, wrinkled body would be reborn strong in the night again.

Pushing the glass door to the balcony wide, he stepped out, arms raised high, pale skin aglow in her glorious light.

“Put some clothes on freak!”

Kennesaw covered himself and scurried back inside. They laugh now, but soon they will pay.

wc:  100


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#FridayFictioneers – Pathway

PHOTO PROMPT © Nathan Sowers grandson of our own Dawn M. Miller

The sparseness of City Park frustrated Jack.  This passes for nature in the city, he thought.  A patch of grass with playground equipment.

A white car belched black smoke as it chugged slowly past.  He coughed as the car pulled around to park beside another, much nicer, car.  Tinted windows rolled down.

Something shiny lay in that direction.  It was mirror-like, but didn’t reflect.  The grass in the frame swayed as he looked into it.  Jack reached through, plucked grass from the other side and smelled the freshness he longed for.

He slipped through as the white car backed away.

WC:  100


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#FridayFictioneers – In Memoriam

PHOTO PROMPT © Carla Bicomong

Chelsea’s wet cheeks shone in the flickering light of thousands of candles.  Holding her own, unlit, in her hands as the crowd pressed.  They waited to release their own.

Thousands had come, offering songs and prayers to the fallen, saying goodbye the only way they had left.

Was this her goodbye?  She shuddered at the thought.

He could come back.  She didn’t know his fate for fact.

A gentle hand wrapped her shoulder.  “A lit candle isn’t goodbye forever.  Just, goodbye for now.”

With a sob, flame met wick.  Her candle floated away.

She smiled, knowing they would meet again.


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#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 – Healing Table

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Aunt Mabel was the best healer ever.  She was constantly mixing things, whatever it was that grew in her garden on her table that wasn’t really a table at all.  It was more of stuff stacked on stuff, but it was her table and her most prized possession.

Whenever we would get a cut or scrape, she would grind away, rub her concoction on the wound, and in no time, we would be right again.

Maybe that’s why I’ve come back here at the end, looking for some of that old magic.

I fear even Aunt Mabel couldn’t help now.

WC:  100


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#FridayFictioneers – A Good Husband

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Frank was a good husband.  He loved his wife of 44 years, his family, and the time they spent together, mostly on the water.

Maude held him close, as she and her boys stepped on the boat lined dock.  Memories floated up through the waters of time, and filled her eyes with tears.

Her boys hugged her tight until they came to Frank’s Joy, where they helped her board.

Dark water lapped beneath as they dangled feet over the bow, talked of good times, and laughed until Maude pulled the top from the urn.

“Goodbye my love.”

WC:  96


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