PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
Tommy’s coffee was not enough to stop the shivers.
This winter is ridiculous. How much can I take?
Inside, even shielded from the cutting wind, the cold was there, a living entity, seeping from the brick and mortar into him as he walked to his apartment.
The cold greeted him in his apartment. The radiator sat wrapped in cold against the wall, too stubborn to light. Too cold.
He walked to the window. Slid it open.
Why not? Climbing onto the ledge, the wind cut his dry, chapped skin, but it wasn’t satisfied. It slid around his back and pushed.
Why fight it?
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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
“What happened Ted.”
“Um, we were hiking. Saw the car and Susie said maybe it was an old shiner’s car. They used to run moonshine all through those hills, you know?” Ted looked at the woman.
“Yes, I’ve heard. Go on.”
“Well, we checked it out you know. Thought that maybe there’d be some shine in there.”
“We didn’t do nothing wrong you know. Where’s Susie?”
“Susie is with Officer Alvarez giving her statement. Same as you.”
“We pried open the trunk… and… and,” his voice broke as he said, “that’s where we found the bodies.”
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Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy
So this is retirement, Frank thought., his tools scattered before him.
He had dreamed of retirement for years and all the things that he would no longer have to do once that time came. Banish early mornings and the workday for starters. Retirement meant relaxing, or so he thought. But here he was, up since the crack of dawn, working on this… thing. And when this is done, there’ll be another thing waiting.
Who knew honey-do lists grew at the speed of light?
“I’ll never catch up,” he grumbled. “I’ll have to go back to work to rest from retirement.”
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PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg
“Road’s closed,” George huffed, slipping his pack off and tossing it. He settled beside it and pulled a canteen free. “Guess we’re heading back.”
“We can’t. Look at all that nature.” Riley gestured out beyond the horizon, his voice panicked. “No way can we turn back now.”
George pulled hard from the canteen and nodded. “You may be right.”
Riley grinned. “I knew you’d…”
“Hold on,” George interrupted. “You’ve got fifteen minutes to take pictures or whatever. Then I’m heading back.”
Riley stomped off. There was no sense in arguing.
Walking back, George considered driving back to get his sign.
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