PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria
Brick exploded into chip and dust that turned the water beneath a rusty red.
Jim swore as the bullets whizzed past and slammed the throttle down. Water shot from the motor, and the small boat jumped forward.
More brick exploded to is left as he whipped right around the corner, head low for cover and speed. Peering over the bow, he saw the way blocked. Two large boats filled the narrow canal from red brick wall to red brick wall, save for a small gap at the center.
Jim gritted his teeth and aimed for the gap.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays
Claude almost spat coffee, pulled socked feet from the RV counter-top, and sat bolt upright. “Mabe, come look.”
Mabel pulled a pillow over her head. “Sleeping,” she mumbled.
“Oh, you can sleep anytime.”
“Exactly. Anytime is now.”
“You’re going to miss it.”
“Ugh. Whaaaat?” Mabel swung her legs to the floor and started for the kitchen.
“Careful. Not so fast, you’ll scare it away.”
She stared daggers back. “What is it?”
“Check out that cool bird. It’s so close. Isn’t this the best trip ever?”
“I see it. It is. I’m going to sleep.”
“Waste of a morning,” Claude grumbled.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Jude read the inscription, “Hall of Warriors,” and stumbled through the double doors.
Cool air enveloped him, evaporating sweat from sunburned skin. Exposed skin turned to goose-flesh as he slumped against a wall and slid to the floor.
A giant warrior from an age long past dominated the room, glaring down on the small, soft, people who filled the room.
“Come on, come on!” Sammy tugged at Jude’s arm.
“In a minute son. You’ll see them all. I promise. Help me up.”
“What now?” Sammy asked as they edged along the wall.
“The concession stand. I need something to drink.”
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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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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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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.
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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?”
“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.
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