The Coming Storm

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Tornados rarely formed during the hot Oklahoma summer, but the still, humid air signaled a coming storm. Joe stood on his porch, watching. Hearing footsteps, he turned and saw a man standing a few feet away, a baseball bat in hand.

“Jesus Boone, you scared the shit out of me. What’s up with the….”

The bat connected with Joe’s head before he could finish the sentence. Toppling off the porch, Joe landed in the dirt, blood pooling in the dead grass. As thunder clapped, Boone raced toward the road.

Standing in the shadows of the front door, a small figure watched everything.

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This story was inspired by Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneer’s . Thanks to Rochelle for providing this week’s photo.

 

Deadly Curiousity

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Photo Prompt by C.E. Ayr

Charlie got what Granddad called, ‘a wild hair.’

“Ever wonder about that rock?” The black boulder seemed out of place in the middle of the cow pasture.

“Granddad said stay about from it,” brother Jimmy replied.

“I bet that’s where he buried his gold from Alaska. Race you!”

Upon reaching the rock, Charlie noticed a large hollow. Instead of finding treasure, Charlie’s hand found a nest of copperheads. His screams filled the air. Then Jimmy felt a bite on his foot.

As deadly venom filled his veins, Jimmy turned to his dying brother.

“Granddad say stay away from the rock.”

 

This story was inspired by Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s . Friday Fictioneer’s. This week’s photo prompt is provided by C.E. Ayr

Flowers on the Corner

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Pretty flowers for a pretty girl.

Every day, the old Chinese woman squatted on the same busy street corner, calling to all who walked by. Vases filled with tiger lilies surrounded her. Seattle overflowed with street people selling what they could, begging for the rest. Most people walked by without notice, as if she were part of the street lantern her back propped against. The old woman sold flowers to survive, but she waited on the corner for the young daughter she gave up for adoption 25 years before. She would know her Tiger Lily when she saw her.

 

This story was inspired by a photo prompt posted on Friday Fictioneer’s , a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less. Photo Prompt provided by Dale Rogerson

Regrets

Photo Credit: Ken Bonham

This story takes place in the 1940’s and should not be judged through 2017 eyes. Back then women had few rights when it came to their children, marriage, and divorce.

Rose left her children before they formed memories of her.  At 16, her step-dad arranged a marriage, a means of ridding himself of her. By 18, she was the mother of two healthy boys: a perfect baby-making machine.  The marriage soured like the alcohol on his breath and at 21, Rose walked out the door, leaving her babies behind.  Because this is what the women in her family did. They moved on. But before leaving for good, Rose sat in her car, across from the school yard, watching her boys play; hoping she did the right thing.

 

This story was inspired by a photo prompt posted on Friday Fictioneer’s, a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less. Photo Prompt provided by Ken Bonham.

Friday Fictioneers: In Fear

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Photo prompt by Janet Webb

Sandra stood at the front window, watching. Outside, the neighbor boy tossed a ball in the air and across the street, old Mrs. Hudson watered the roses that lined the front of her house.
Maybe I will go out today, she thought.
In an instant, Sandra’s heart began to pound as a wave of heat reddened her face. She felt dizzy and dreaded throwing up. Tears swelled in Sandra’s eyes. Once again, disappointment overshadowed her earlier good mood.
In time, the fear subsidies. But Sandra would not be leaving the house today.
Maybe tomorrow.

 

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This story was inspired by a photo prompt posted on Friday Fictioneer’s July 14, 2017 , a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less. Photo Prompt provided by Janet Webb.

 

 

Friday Fictioneers: Fear of the Dark

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Photo Prompt by Rochelle Wisoff–Fields

Kerri stared down the dark, narrow alleyway. What to do?

She left the party on foot, needing to clear her head. Now tired, all she wanted was to sleep off the effects of the alcohol. The alley was a shortcut.

Decision made.

Halfway through, Kerri stopped. Were those footsteps behind her? Overwhelmed by fear, Kerri quicken her pace. The pounding footfall  of her pursuer echoed in her ears. Reaching the exit safely, a defiant Kerri turned around, and saw nothing in the darkness.

That is when she felt the wire across her neck, slowly tightening.

 

This story was inspired by a photo prompt posted on Friday Fictioneer’s June 30, 2017, , a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less. Photo Prompt provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.


 

Friday Fictioneers: The Agreement

Dalia anxiously waited for the call she feared would never come. Nearby, the detectives huddled in a circle. Were they talking about Steffen, she wondered, or just shooting the breeze. For 10 hours, they speculated as to why Steffen abandoned his car on the bridge after a minor accident. Dalia’s head pounded from the incessant questioning.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

What did she know that she was not telling them, they demanded.

Tight in her hand, Dalia held the tattered reminder of their pledge; a binding agreement made when they first came to America: Protect Yourself. Say Nothing.

And she wouldn’t.

 

This story was inspired by Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers, a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. To join in and to read the other stories, take a look here