Friday Fictioneers 7-9-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

He remembered the tree from when it was alive, two branching trunks – perfect for climbing! Shade in summer and stark angles against a winter sky. Pink cotton-ball flowers like fourth of July sparklers. Climbing to the top, tree swaying in the wind. Strong trunks and branches which never broke no matter how carelessly he climbed.

He remembered the day he’d come home from college to find nothing but a stump. She’d hated the tree when he climbed to the tippy-top though he’d never been hurt beyond skinned knees and elbows.

He sat on the stump, remembering.

Friday Fictioneers 7-2-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Russell Gayer

“It’s a deathtrap.”

“No, think of it with a shiny new coat of paint.”

“Still a deathtrap.”

“No, it will be the perfect van for going cross country.”

“I’m not going anywhere in that.”

“Just wait, you’ll see.”

“I see a deathtrap.”

“Think of it with a whole new interior.”

“Deathtrap.”

“Think positive for a moment.”

“Still a deathtrap.”

Six months later, Cassy sat on the hood, watching the sun set over the Pacific Ocean after driving alone from Richmond, Virginia to California. She raised her glass, tapped it against the hood and said, “Here’s to a perfect friendship.”

Friday Fictioneers 6-25-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox

“You can’t blame this one on me,” Chris said with a cock of his head.

“Oh, I can.”

“Not legitimately.”

“True, but I’ll find a way,” Jay promised.

“What am I, the Big Bad Wolf? I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your trees down?”

“Watch out Little Red Riding Hood!”

“Humpht.”

“What big eyes you have!”

“What a big heart I have.”

“What a big nose you have.”

“Now you’re just being silly. I’ve a perfect nose.”

Thank goodness no one at the outdoor tables had been hurt in the collapse.

Friday Fictioneers 5-28-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Miles Rost

“Don’t jump, Harold!”

Harold flipped red wings.

Spencer swung his way up, shooting out a sticky strand of web which wrapped around Harold.

“Oh, for creatures sake,” Harold said, attempting to flick his glued-down wings, “Spencer!”

The spider turned around. “What?”

“I wasn’t going to jump. I was going to fly!”

“Thank goodness, I saved you!”

“What? I have wings, Spencer. I’m a flying bug!”

“What? Oh…I forgot.”

He always forgot.

Spencer looked so ashamed, however, Harold relented – as always. “It’s all right. Just get this sticky web off me.”

Friday Fictioneers 5-21-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

“Wonder what were they thinking about.”

“They must have been hoping for a better life,” Rodger said, “but most of them didn’t get it.” That is why he’d become a lawyer, after all, to help the huddled masses, but he’d quickly become disillusioned. How did you help people who didn’t help themselves?

He looked over the water at Lady Liberty. Maybe he needed this view to remind him why he had gone to law school. Maybe the Lady needed to remind him of what she stood for:

Hope.

If she could still hope, he could, too.

Friday Fictioneers 5-14-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

She wound her way through the foreignness in her own backyard, smiling shyly at the vendors hawking their wares. The mix of languages floated through the air like exotic birdsong, falling around her like rain. Stopping beside a metal gate, she hesitated, looking around, then stepped inside, hurrying down the concrete stairs. Inside the dim restaurant below, she shook her head at the waiters, making her way back, through the kitchen, and out the back door. Putting in earbuds, she listened to the news of the assassination. No one would find her here.

Friday Fictioneers 5-7-2021

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

“How’s that for moving houses?” Van asked.

He shrugged. It wasn’t a house, it was a trailer. Extra wide maybe, but still a trailer.

“I can’t wait to stand on our front porch,” Emmy said with a clap of hands.

It wasn’t a porch…. it was a extended door.

“Yeah.”

“What? Honey aren’t you excited?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you could act like it!”

Well, he could, but what was he excited about? Not a trailer no matter how pretty inside. Not a bolted together house….

Walking away was what he was excited about and he did.

Friday Fictioneers 4-30-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

They sat amid the devastation, oblivious. If not oblivious, at least resigned. The flood waters lay flat, motionless. Behind them, well, there used to be a house.

“Funny,” the first said, “how these daman chairs are bout the only thing to survive.”

“Yeah, funny,” agreed the second, dead-pan.

“Indestructible less you sit in them wrong.”

“Ah huh.”

“Think FEMA will get their tails in gear this time?”

“Nope.”

“You’re right. Probably not. Still……” And he was silent for a long moment. “There is always tomorrow.”

Friday Fictioneers 2-23-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

The marshmallow lights stretched across the field like a string of aliens making for the border. Next thing you knew, they’d be asking for asylum because their Moon Gorky was being mean to them.  Well, damn it, as far as he was concerned those aliens could just go back to where they came from.

The touch on his shoulder pulled Jeffrey back from his character’s mind and he turned.

“Jeffrey, will you take Karen on the Merry-Go-Round?”

Oh, please! “Yes, dear, of course……” As if he didn’t have better things to do at his typewriter, what with an alien invasion looming and all…

Friday Fictioneers 4-16-2021

PHOTO PROMPT © Anne Higa  

“It’s where they get the water for the guests,” Dad said with a smile, settling Dorrie down at the table.

“Naught-ah,” she shot back, wiggling down into her chair. “Cause I didn’t see anybody go there while we waited.”

“They are sneaky. Full up a bucket in a second and then gone.”

“Nope!”

“Yep.”

“Nope.”

“All right, it’s for punishing little girls who talk back to their elders and don’t eat their dinner.”

“Naught-ah.”

“Ah–huh.”

“Nope.”

“Yep.”

“Really?”

Dad smiled again. “Of course not. It’s only a decoration, Dorrie. Isn’t it pretty.”