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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If we were having coffee, we would be sipping on a nice brew of Charleston Coffee Company beans that I ground earlier today, there would music playing low (Miranda Lambert singing Famous in a Small Town at the moment), and we would be sitting in my messy little writing space.
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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 © Jeff Arnold
George sipped his coffee while reading the latest draft not realizing it had gone tepid. He winced. Probably for the best. That cup marked the last of pot number two, and his nerves were standing on end. Sleep would never come. Tomorrow would be misery.
Pushing the cup away, he reached instead for a glass. One made for his “other” favorite liquid.
Wine flowed around the smooth curl of the glass. Red essence crashed into itself, crimson waves breaking on an ocean shore.
He sipped and read and felt his jangled nerves untangle. Perhaps sleep would come tonight after all.
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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 © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
“How miserable is this weather,” Raul moaned.
“Oh no,” April said. “This is the perfect day to stay in and… I don’t know, write some poems.”
“Poems? No thanks. Never been able to figure them out.”
“That’s because you never really tried.”
Raul slumped down in the couch cushions. “Did too. The words just don’t fit together.”
“You’re overthinking. How’s this:
"The rain today,
Is here to stay,
Time to write,
Since I can"t go play...
“Ugh! Maybe you’re right. That’s no good”
“No, I liked it.” Raul sat up and stared into the rain. “Lemme try… Okay, here goes…”
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Jack sipped his namesake, then turned up the cheap hotel glassware, draining the contents in a gulp before resting the glass atop his tupperware.
He chuckled at the little stack of plastic bowls. He had meal prepped for this trip with all the good intentions of a habitual dieter. Then the business went bad, and the diet with it. The healthy habits landed in the trash can, while he landed in all the local dives eating slop and drinking worse.
He poured another drink as he packed. There’s always next week, he thought. I’ll do better then.
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