Reena’s Exploration Challenge #83 4-18-2019

Reena’s Exploration Challenge by Reena Saxena

Welcome again, and always to this space, which has become sacred to me! You may not see it in the same manner. And why should you? Each of us has our own unique perspective on the world and its interesting contents.

PROMPT

Picture

Perspective

FOR THE NEW ENTRANTS

There is no restriction on the length or format of the piece. Write a post on your blog, and link it up here with a pingback, or copy-paste the blog link in Comments.

I eagerly await your responses.

LAST WEEK’S ROUND-UP

Amit Agrawal (hecblogger) at

Eugenia at

Deborah at awisewomansjourney

https://awisewomansjourney.wordpress.com/2019/04/11/a-vacated-ache/

Teresa Smeigh at

Michael at

Len at

Jade Li  at

Sadje at

Jen Goldie at

https://jengoldie493473930.wordpress.com/2019/04/13/yes-miss-cross-in-response-to-reena-saxenas-exploration-challenge-82-april-11-2019/

The Dark Netizen at

https://thedarknetizen.wordpress.com/2019/04/14/microfiction-our-black-hole/

VJ Knutson at One Woman’s Quest

Reena Saxena at

https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/04/15/human-blackholes/

Indira Mukhopadhyay at Sharing Your Thoughts

https://amaltaas.wordpress.com/2019/04/18/reenas-exploration-challenge-82/

Friday Fictioneers 4-17-2019

PHOTO PROMPT Dale Rogerson

He approached the black garbage bag. Police officers weren’t supposed to be afraid, but the recent murders went beyond his understanding.

It was a small bag, so a child.

Stepping across the street and into the snow bank beyond, he slit the plastic, turning his eyes away from the gore bound to spill across his sturdy black shoes. Please, please, please don’t let the child be disemboweled, but he didn’t believe in God, not after all these years.

He looked back, plastic plates and cups scattered around his feet.

He began to cry.

 

Friday Fictioneers 4-17-2019

PHOTO PROMPT Ronda Del Boccio

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The fires were burning now, popping up in various places in the valley below. Soon her prey would be flushed and it would be over. And yet, nothing came and nothing came and nothing came.

She moved into the valley, determined for this to end. The fires, no longer hers, flashed to life, surrounding her in an instant. And beyond, nothing’s eyes, and nothing’s eyes and nothing’s eyes.