PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Have you ever wanted to get away? Your stepdad is too bullish, your mom never comes home, your family just hates you…
Our neighbor, Mr. Stevenson was in our house cleaning the carpet. He told me to look out at his roof. “When you see a bluebird on the windowsill, jump to that roof and slide down. There will be a truck below, no, wait…you will slide into a magical jungle underneath.”
“You’re full of it,” I said, heading out of the room to play video games in the basement.
He shrugged. “How do you think I keep on smiling?”
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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Creative Chaos, by Pamela Schloesser Canepa (c) 2018
“A disorganized mind and space only fosters chaos,” she’d said.
“A disorganized mind is home to unfettered creatitivy,” Dad countered.
Now, long gone, they were merely voices in his head.
Rarely did he come out, but some days, I’d hear the most heavenly music. Other days; a joyful chaos, yes, chaos would emerge to tickle my ears. Ever heard of jazz fusion?
Henry would go in and play the horn while Thomas took turns at any of his many instruments. He wrote music. He played it, but he didn’t talk.
They called him misfit; I call him genius.
~ A 98 word Flash fiction story.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays
“I think this is evidence. Animals are mutating; we have a new species,” Marla claims, tapping the picture.
“Are you kidding? That’s just a bird,” Heather replies.
“Then where’s the beak? And the claws?”
“Where was this taken?”
“At Mr. Halsley’s store. He fussed when I took a picture, and then the creature was scared away.”
“So, no one else saw it?” Heather says slyly.
“No. But here’s the picture, plain as day.”
“It’s also a bird that looks different behind a window screen.”
“You don’t see things like I do.”
“No one else does either,” Heather sighs.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg
The boys were now both eighteen, and they celebrated with a trip to the Canadian Rockies.
“We’ve got to go to Edmund’s Pass!” Roma exclaimed. “A friend in the forum told me about it.”
Billy rolled his eyes. The forums. Still, he had agreed to go. Until he saw the sign and the overgrown dirt road.
“Come on, Billy! There’s been a UFO landing there. Let’s see it for ourselves.”
“By foot? Hmm. Forums,” Billy chuckled, shaking his head.
“You’re only young once,” Roma stated, his eyes lit up.
“Onward!’ Billy raised his arm fearlessly.
Roma beamed and moved forward.
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PHOTO PROMPT © JS Brand
“So, if the place is decrepit and unsafe, why does Henry still live here?”
“He runs the fuel station beside it. Sells bait out of this window and sorta stopped keeping the place up when his wife died.”
Bingham squinted. Too bad Jones would be retiring soon. Bingham still had a lot to learn.
Just then, Henry opened up his bait window. “Oh, it’s you guys.”
“Mind if we come in?” Jones gestured.
Bingham felt nervous. Suddenly, jazz music started playing upstairs.
“Gotta go.” Bingham slammed the window shut.
“His wife loves jazz.”
“His deceased wife?”
“Small Town Vibes,” (c) Pamela Schloesser Canepa, 2018
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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
“Living a Loop,” (c) 2018, Pamela Schloesser Canepa
Looking back, he remembered. He was six, she was eight. Of course, she’d be older. They’d followed each other around, their families silently watching, neither approving nor disapproving. Everyone needs a friend.
Later, when they met, she was a bracelet laden, long-haired young anthropology major who went by the name of Feather. He was smitten.
He was also subsequently dumped. Their relationship was a whirlwind just like the whirly-gig of their youth.
Years later, at 29, he couldn’t believe it was her in that hospital bed, gray-haired and tired.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be back.” She smiled.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy
I should’ve known that bird would be trouble.
On the way home from the pet store: “Hurry up Bi#$@!”
I jumped. Why do I go for charming rogues? He’d shown no signs of this tendency at the store. Figures.
At home: “I’m f*&%^g hungry!”
Geez, he reminded me of my ex, Wade. We hadn’t spoken in years. Was this a reincarnation?
This went on for weeks. He’d eye me while eating his food, and blurt out “b*&^%” one more time.
No woman should put up with this. I sold him for two bucks in a garage sale. As is.
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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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