PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
I’d have to get stuck here, wouldn’t I? All this time travel technology and I end up in a place that has no cell phone towers. Lost.
This looks like a greasy burger joint, not a place I’d frequent, even forty years ago.
Somehow I have to get some help. How can I summon Rickman?
Aha! A pay phone. We used to use these. Let’s see. I lift this up, Ouch! That’s loud! Beep. Beep.
“The phone at this location is temporarily out of service,” a curt voice announces through the speaker.
The cell phone sits in my pocket, useless.
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Photo credit, (c) Janet Webb.
Overwrought with emotions, Mary took out pen and paper. Tomorrow the family of the man she was arranged to marry, as was the custom in those days, would visit.
He was a man of means, something she should desire. He was not the man of her dreams, who’d gallop in, rescuing her from this lecher who’d touched her backside like he owned her.
By candlelight, she wrote a goodbye letter, surrounded by the trappings of femininity. They’d stay behind.
She stuffed her brother’s clothes into a satchel, grabbing a blade. Her hair dropped in one swift cut. Practice pays off.~
*Exactly 100 words.
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Photo credit, (c) Ted Strutz
Ever the skeptic, Billy was only there to prove Roma wrong.
“What drunk left that there,” he’d asked, laughing.
“You haven’t heard the legend of the Lady of Larson’s Lake?” Roma spoke in a mysterious tone.
“Um, no, but I guess you’ll tell me?”
“She sits there at midnight, waiting for her husband who drowned here when the lake was full and deep. They say she’s beautiful.”
Billy shivered now, as a woman in a soiled ball gown with shimmering hair down to her mid-back walked out in the ankle-deep water and took her seat at the “throne.” Waiting.
(c) Pamela Schloesser Canepa, 2017
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