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Photo by Sue Vincent

It’s getting cold, very cold.

I look up at the dark ridge where I last saw him silhouetted against the sinking sun.

It continues to scream its emptiness.

I had always heard that he was the type to hold a grudge, so was a little surprised when he called me. After a nice, amicable chat we decided to go hiking in the mountains.  We both loved getting out into the fresh air, though I had to admit that he was a better, stronger hiker.

He drove us out into deep wilderness.  Perfect.  We didn’t see a person all day.

I have no idea what happened.  The day had been long and I was very tired.  Making mistakes. Having a hard time with footing.

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Making of the News

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

There they were, just as I’d seen them a thousand times on TV, only now they were right in front of me.

It had been easier to get onto the set than I ever imagined.  Sure, it was a local studio in Podunk, but you’d think it would be tighter.

They were local celebrities, all right.  They went to all of the events and such.  People watched them every night.

And for what?

They called it “news”.  More like mainstream lies and Deep State propaganda.

Tonight, people would get real news.

I took aim and waited for the right moment.

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Empty Stage

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

It was great!  After many years of struggle and hard work, they were finally an “overnight success”, the unknown band tearing up the charts.  All they had to do was a tour to support their debut album, and all was gold.

“Did you read the news?”

“It’s getting worse.”

“Boston just cancelled.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not a big college town…”

“Ha ha, Mr. Spinal Tap…”

“What are we going to do?”

“We’re no longer on the Billboard top 100.”

“Sorry guys, we’ll have to cancel the tour.”

“And we thought 2020 would be our year to hit the big time?”

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Dale Rogerson. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

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OK, cliche for the day, but I did want to get that Spinal Tap reference in a FF story for so long, so… ;)

Also, I may not be able to visit in the next few days. Sorry. I’ll try, but ultra-busy at work

The Post-lockdown Blues

PHOTO PROMPT @ Jan Wayne Fields

The chair was uncomfortable.  Very uncomfortable.  I didn’t remember that.

I studied the desk, toying with various objects on it.  Why in the Hell did I need any of it?

Paper, paper, everything had to do with paper!

Scissors, tape, stapler, highlighters and paperclips.  Paperclips!  There were more of those than anything.

I had been working from home for over a year and discovered that 99.999% of the paper we used in the office was completely useless.  Despite not being face-to-face, our productivity was up and our expenses down. 

Bob dropped a ream of paper on my desk.

“Welcome back!”

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Jan Wayne Fields. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Oh, Superman

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

Yes, the clouds are beautiful, and, yes, looking up is one way to remember the natural world when surrounded by this artificial one called a “city”.  But, no, that’s not why I’m looking up.

My mother always told me I had an overactive imagination.  My father, when around, would just snort.

I remember once, when visiting the city, seeing that blue streak across the sky and knowing exactly what I saw.  It was him.  I could tell.

Of course nobody believed me.

But I believed, and do to this day.

And right now we need a superhero more than ever.

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Na’ama Yehuda. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

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OK, I borrowed the title from a Laurie Anderson song…

‘Till it’s Gone

PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankivell

Jered studied the fields with a frown.

Heat cracked the rust-red oxidized soil, a dust devil, some scrub brush on the side.

But it was gone, all of the corn and beans.  A bit of shriveled brown and tan with a hint of yellow and green.  That was it.

This was once considered prime farmland with rich, black soil.

Or so his pa had told him.

But that was when a huge tractor plowed acres in minutes and the fields stretched to the horizons.

Before the heat.

He shook his head.

You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.

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Too Far, Perhaps?

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

“A brain, I have not.”

“But all living things have a brain.”

“Know so much about the Force of Life, do we? The brain of a tree is where, and life would you deny a tree, young Padawan?”

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“What is this?”

“It’s a new remake of The Wizard of Oz.  It has Luke Skywalker as Dorothy, Yoda as the scarecrow, Darth Vader as the Tin Man, Jar Jar Binks as the Cowardly Lion…”

“Stop! Stop! Is this for real?”

“Why not?  It’s fun.  And Darth Maul makes one scary witch!”

“I think Disney has taken Star Wars too far…”

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Please Note – Although Warner Brothers owns the rights to the movie The Wizard of Oz, the book, and so the story itself, is public domain… ;)

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Word count = 100 (Not including my note about copyright)

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Sandra Crook. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

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“I’ll get you, my pretty, and your little R2 unit too!”

When I Returned

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

A day at the park is always exciting.  The roar of the rides, the screams of the crowds.  Music fills the air, yeah, hokey reproductions from another era, but everyone loves it.  At least at the park.

But today the park is empty.  There are no lines to stand in.  No smell of popcorn and hotdogs. 

A man sits at a solitary picnic table in a place that should have been crowded with tables and packed with people.

“Where is everyone?” I ask.

“Where have you been the last six months, in a cave?”

I smile.  He wouldn’t believe me.

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Roger Bultot. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

End of an Era?

PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

Everything was immaculate.  Even the paving stones were scoured clean.

The throngs slowly filled the street sides like a rising tide.  They were subdued, yet an energy unlike anything before filled the air.

The parade was short, the members in it few, but the intensity was too much for some.

Hidden tears.  Hidden laughs.  Hidden jeers.

Still as a postcard, vibrant as the sun.

We waited.

When it was done, people walked away, quiet.

Would it be different?  Would a new world truly dawn?

Those are my memories.  That was what I saw the day they hung the last king.

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © CEAyr. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Cover Story

PHOTO PROMPT © Susan Eames

Everyone gathered, giving me sympathy. Yuck.  I love the anonymity of being an assistant.  Mr. Jameson tut-tutted over my foot and told me he would take it easy on me.  Even Ms. Evans stopped and patted my head like a sick child.  I doubt if anyone believed my story.  Fine.

Later, my other phone vibrated.  Nobody was around so I took it out.  Fingerprint, retina scan and 18-digit passcode later, I read the text message.

“Thanks for making the world safe, once again.”  It was the president.

Mr. Jameson had joked that at least I had some excitement.

I smiled.

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Susan Eames. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.