Second Relocation

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PHOTO PROMPT © Nathan Sowers grandson of our own Dawn M. Miller

Second Relocation.

He stared at the frame.

Eyes glued to the image frozen on the screen.

It was the Cutter’s cabin.

Charles gulped at the memories of the mutilating he’d been forced to do flooding his mind. Why had she chosen this frame, this image, to preserve. Voice failing, throat burning, he looked up to meet her eyes.

‘For you, this place was hell. For me, it was my salvation.’ Takarna softly smiled, reaching out to squeeze his hand. ‘Do you remember the night you saved my life?’

‘I can never forget it. You brought hope back into my life.’

 

Author’s Note: There are so many stories that can be written from this photo, so very many. It’s a great inspiration. Right now, I’ve spent the morning traipsing down memory lane, reading all my Friday Fictions from over the years (that I still have). I can see the changes over time, subtle and intriguing. I am so happy to have been a part of this group for so many years! 🙂 ❤

This work of fiction is written for  Friday Fictioneer ‘s 100 word writing challenge hosted weekly by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-fields.  Come on out and join us at: Friday Fictioneer ‘s if you’re up to a good challenge, or even a really great read. These little stories are well worth your time! A Huge thank you goes to Nathan Sowers grandson of our own Dawn M. Miller  for sharing this week’s photo prompt with us.We’d love to see you around the table.

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Tributary

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PHOTO PROMPT © Carla Bicomong

 

Author’s Note: Just a very brief scene from “Reformation” that I’m writing at the moment… Wc: 96

Far above, Tamai stood on the small promontory overlooking the shore. She stood in silence, tears coursing down her cheeks. She knew this day; painful as it was, was a necessity.

Below, the surviving Aki lit candles for each Aki who had died in the war, and set them to sea. They watched in silence as each light slowly drifted into the horizon. Each light slowly twinkling and then fading into oblivion. It was their last act, their final benediction. No one dared to speak, to move, barely to breathe until the last light faded away.

 

This work of fiction is written for  Friday Fictioneer ‘s 100 word writing challenge hosted weekly by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-fields.  Come on out and join us at: Friday Fictioneer ‘s if you’re up to a good challenge, or even a really great read. These little stories are well worth your time! A Huge thank you goes to Carla Bicomong for sharing this week’s photo prompt with us.We’d love to see you around the table.

 

Reward Yourself

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photo prompt C. Yvette Prior

“Reward Yourself”

I love good slogans.

This one’s a real gag.

Every pack, a reward slip.

One slip brought a slow death from Asthma or Chronic Bronchitis. More slips, and I could die of particular cancers. Bonus slips afflicted those around me. More slips meant a quicker death.

I was after the one bonus slip that everyone wanted…

The Black Lung.

It assured instant death.

I had thousands of slips. I would be able to die in a matter of days, now.

Still, I longed for that last grand bonus one.

 

Author’s Note:

Our lovely host, Rochelle, used this photo for her story and it really was the inspiration for this week’s write. It reminded me of my own Mother who was a chain smoker up until the Doc gave her only 30 days to live. 

Thank you, Rochelle, for your awesome prompts this week…

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photo prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

This work of fiction is written for  Friday Fictioneer ‘s 100 word writing challenge hosted weekly by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-fields.  Come on out and join us at: Friday Fictioneer ‘s if you’re up to a good challenge, or even a really great read. These little stories are well worth your time! A Huge thank you goes to Yvette Prior for sharing this week’s photo prompt with us.We’d love to see you around the table.

Haven

It was pristine. It was hard to believe; but there it was, totally untouched by the war to end all wars. Untouched by the radiation and death that had decimated most of the planet.

‘How?’

That was the first question the scientist’s asked, quickly followed by: ‘Why?’.

No matter how often they asked; they just could not explain it. One lake. One valley. One small village.

The village was so isolated that it virtually escaped their detection. That is, until one of the villagers found their research team.

‘Aho!’ A voice sounded from the forest edge.

The team startled and spun around, gulping back their fear. Their jaws dropped as they gawked. There, standing on the far shoreline was a man… a human man… an Earthling. Alive.

wc: 127

 

“What Pegman Saw” is a grand writing adventure taken via Google maps. It is hosted each week at: https://whatpegmansaw.com/ . The goal is to write a 150 word or less story that corresponds with the location of the week, taken from either the street view, or google images. If you care to join us on the adventure, feel free to follow the link!

 

Street Church

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Photo prompt provided by Sandra Cook

Home.

Home. It was all that remained of the homeless camp beneath the overpass. Somehow, the city workers had missed it when they came through and bulldozed the homeless camp into dumpsters. They had overlooked the makeshift altar just outside, and over the weeks it came to be the depository of small notes… prayer requests, cries for help written on scraps and stuffed into pieces of old pipes. It was all that remained, at least in view, of the homeless population that once called this forlorn overpass home.

It remained… their own ‘wailing wall’ of hope… their home.

WC: 97

This work of fiction is written for  Friday Fictioneer ‘s 100 word writing challenge hosted weekly by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-fields.  Come on out and join us at: Friday Fictioneer ‘s if you’re up to a good challenge, or even a really great read. These little stories are well worth your time! A Huge thank you goes to Sandra Crook for sharing this week’s photo prompt with us.We’d love to see you around the table.

Widow Margie

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PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young

 

‘Oh, man, lookit… Old Widow Margie has gone and tied one on again.’ Chief Stein said as he pulled the cruiser up in front of the house.

‘Isn’t she the lady who dressed like a corpse last year…scared those college girls spitless?’ Deputy Fine asked.

‘Yep.’ Stein shook his head. ‘Every year…sigh…’

‘Don’t see no harm.’ Fine shrugged.

‘Just watch…’

The girls giggled as they came around the house to view the cage. Inside, Widow Margie held a bag of candy. A sign said “Take One Piece ONLY…”. The girls reached in the cage…

“BOO!”

The girls screamed. Margie cackled.

WC: 100 words exact.

Author’s Note: My self-proclaimed mother, the real Widow Margaret, was well known for her Halloween pranks on the college students in my home town. Oddly, I think they looked forward to seeing what new prank she’d come up with every year… a rite of passage for the poor unsuspecting Freshman, and a source of entertainment for everyone else. The police would sit a few houses down and watch, but I think they did more laughing… Hope you got a chuckle, too.

This work of fiction is written for  Friday Fictioneer ‘s 100 word writing challenge hosted weekly by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-fields.  Come on out and join us at: Friday Fictioneer ‘s if you’re up to a good challenge, or even a really great read. These little stories are well worth your time! A Huge thank you goes to Liz Young for sharing this week’s photo prompt with us.We’d love to see you around the table.

The leg in question

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

 

“The Leg in Question”

‘It makes a statement… I think.’ She spoke as she circled the prosthetic leg that stood on the sidewalk next to the busiest intersection in the city.

‘Yeah, but what?’ He shrugged.

‘That’s the question, now, isn’t it?’ She smiled as he stepped off the curb.

 

WC: 50, title included.

This work of fiction is written for  Friday Fictioneer ‘s 100 word writing challenge hosted weekly by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-fields.  Come on out and join us at: Friday Fictioneer ‘s if you’re up to a good challenge, or even a really great read. These little stories are well worth your time! A Huge thank you goes to  J Hardy Carroll for sharing this week’s photo prompt with us.We’d love to see you around the table.