Seminole Justice

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Photo Credit: Sandra Crook

Under the shade of the Execution Tree, the stoic Lighthorseman pinned a white paper heart on Pul-musky’s chest and placed a blindfold over eyes. Killing another man carried the ultimate penalty and Seminole justice was swift. In the gap between life and death, Pul-musky regretted  the night he killed John Proctor in a drunken brawl, if only for his family’s sake. His pounding heart muffled the sound of the executioner’s gun fire. With precision, the bullet hit the white paper target. Pul-musky’s blood soaked the ground, feeding the Execution Tree for the last time.

Friday Fictioneer’s is a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this challenge and Sandra Crook for this week’s prompt

 This is the story of the last execution of a Native American by the Seminole Tribe police force, the Lighthorsemen. The Execution Tree stood in Wewoka, my Oklahoma home town. It was cut down in the 1920s but salvaged for history and now is on permanent display at the Seminole County Museum. Another symbol of justice, the Whipping Tree, still stands in front of the courthouse. Below is a photo I took during a recent visit.

Seminole Whipping Tree in front of Court House, Wewoka, OK

Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding

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Brotherly Love

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Photo Prompt – Douglas M. MacIlroy

Gilbert fell from his chair when the email arrived. The attached photo of one of North America’s rarest birds was the holy grail among ornithologists. His brother George, unskilled in the art of bird identification, did not realize the value of such a find. He must be warned.

“Whatever you do, don’t release that bird!”, Gilbert gasped in the phone.

Gilbert underestimated George’s abilities and his need to right past wrongs. A course in Photoshop taught George all he needed to know to pull off the prank. As the small bird flew into freedom, George laughed.

 

Friday Fictioneer’s is a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this challenge and Douglas M. MacIlroy for this week’s prompt

Moonlight Getaway

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Photo Prompt: Ted Strutz

 

A full moon hung on the edge of the horizon. Only a few more hours of twilight; they should hurry. The fugitives boarded the boat already packed with supplies. They would be a million miles away before they needed more.

As Mark pushed the boat away from the docks, police sirens blared in the distance. Lisa’s heart pounded, not from fear but from the arousal that came from being with a dangerous man.

She was his Bonnie; he was her Clyde.

As the sirens passed, Lisa relaxed. It would be days before they found the bodies.

Friday Fictioneer’s is a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this challenge and Ted Strutz for this week’s prompt.

 

Rumors

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Photo Prompt: J. Hardy Carroll

The Madison Shoe factory closed 50 years ago. Rumor was the owner walked in one day, fired everyone on the spot, then locked himself inside. A week later, the police found him hanging from the rafters. None of the normal suicide reasons applied; he just killed himself. His son tried to sell the factory but there were no buyers. Like the old man cursed the building when he died. It belongs to the city now. Kids drive by on a dare, searching the windows for the old man. He never shows himself.

That’s the rumor at least.

Friday Fictioneer’s is a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this challenge and J.Hardy Carroll for this week’s prompt.

Mystery Solved

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Photo Credit: Sarah Potter

The old gumshoe sat in the smoky bar drinking bourbon, when up walks his baffled friend, inquiring once more on how he solved his latest case.

 “It was the shoes,” said the older gent. “A perfect match of the footprint found next to the victim.”

“Impossible,” said the friend. “The suspect’s shoes were covered with cobwebs and dust. They hadn’t been moved in years.”

The detective sipped his bourbon, then said, “The suspect placed the cobwebs on the shoes himself and the dust; nothing more than baking flour.”

“Your intellect amazes me,” the impressed man said.

“Elementary, Watson.”

word count = 98

Friday Fictioneer’s is a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this challenge and Sarah Potter for this week’s prompt.

Mrs. Willoughby

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photo credit: Kelvin M. Knight

Mrs. Willoughby, 92, occupied the same park bench every morning, feeding pigeons bread she found in the trash bins behind Big Al’s Hamburgers. Every day, joggers avoided the cement path where dozens of pigeons flocked at her feet. No one complained, however. Like the statutes, Mrs. Willoughby was a permanent fixture in the park. And equally ignored.

One day, Mrs. Willoughby did not show up. A week later, the news confirmed the old woman had died. The next day, someone bolted a memorial to her bench:

Mrs. Willoughby — Her heart was in the right place.

 

Friday Fictioneer’s is a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this challenge and Kelvin. M. Knight for this week’s prompt.

Cat-and-Mouse

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Photo Credit: Danny Bowman

The grainy photo flashed across my cellphone screen: a flat desert landscape, overgrown with scrub brush on its way to becoming a tumbleweed; dwarfed by distant mountain peaks. Intoxicated with anticipation and trepidation, I caught my breath. New Mexico: the next destination in this ruthless game of cat and mouse. A game Jasper and I played for longer than I could remember. New Mexico was home and when I caught him, I would do to Jasper what he did to my wife, God rest her soul. This time, I was the cat and he was the mouse.

Friday Fictioneer’s is a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this challenge and Danny Bowman for this week’s prompt.