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The Porthole

PHOTO PROMPT© Roger Bultot

I really like Grandpa’s study, but it is a bit creepy.  You see, he has a porthole to another world, a world that is strange and distorted.

My older brother tells me that I am full of beans, that I’m just seeing a mirror.  But why does it look so funny?  He said it’s “con-hexed” or something.  I knew there was magic involved!

When I asked Mom, she said, “Go ask Alice.  I think she’ll know.”

Who’s Alice?

And why did Uncle Bill laugh and call Mom “Grace”?

Grandpa is no longer here.

He must have gone through the porthole.

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Subsea #writephoto

Subsea – Image by KL Caley

Ed couldn’t believe his luck.

It was in relatively shallow water and pretty close to the coast.  It was off of the beaten path, but still within an area known to tourists. It should not have existed, but there it was.

He rushed back to his room and did some searches, just to make sure it wasn’t known.  He was positive he would have seen something about it if it were well known, but he had to look.

Ed was touring the Greek isles and was spending a day snorkeling just off of one of the lesser-known ones.  He wasn’t an expert or anything, but he enjoyed it, and the crystal-clear water was just so amazing.

But then he had found it.

An ancient shipwreck.

Though shallow, it was too deep for him to do more than catch a glimpse of some perfectly preserved timber and a few large jars or amphora. 

How had this gone unnoticed?  Had a storm recently cleared off the sand and silt, exposing it for the first time in millennia?  It didn’t matter, it was there and he knew that he was the first to see it.

Of course, he would report it.  He had to.  But he decided to go back out and take another look.  Of course, taking anything would be completely illegal, but if something small, say a coin, somehow stuck to his hand, well…

Ed hyperventilated for a moment, took a huge breath, grabbed the heavy rock off of his inflatable, and dove with the help of that weight.

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Aliens

PHOTO PROMPT© Na’ama Yehuda

…so the entire invasion fleet descended on the unsuspecting Earth, those mighty, golden battle stations promising high energy death!  Unfortunately, due to a size miscalculation, as well as a misunderstanding of the exact “hardness” of Earth, the entire fleet was destroyed when a cat nudged each battle station off of the picnic table where they landed.  One, however, was saved by a crow who liked the shiny object and…

Give me a break!  It’s just a Christmas bulb someone left in the tree as decoration!  Boys…

Christmas bulb?!?  Wow, it is so sad how deluded some people can be.  Girls…

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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“.

Looking for the Ideal Location

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

We entered town on the old state highway, following the railroad tracks past boarded up businesses and huge, empty warehouses.  In my mind I saw the other side of town, the garden that grew parking lots, strip malls and fast food on approach to the interstate.

Those flowers of the 2020s wouldn’t do.

This plot of the 1930s, though, was perfect.

We stopped in front of an empty warehouse and I got out.

We could set up and nobody would know.

But then I saw the CCTV cameras.

Glancing at the boss’ casket, I left town. 

We’d find a place.

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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 © J Hardy Carroll . Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “Linky“.

July Journey

PHOTO PROMPT © Russell Gayer

Waves of shimmering heat rose off of the broken asphalt.

I mopped my brow.

“Fields gone to weeds.”

“Yep.” Meg had said little beyond single syllables since we had crossed the fence.

We paused in shade where the Smith’s place once was.

Except that the lawn was now a hayfield, it looked fine, until we left.  The back half of the barn had collapsed.

That next oasis of trees beckoned.

A quick inspection relieved the worst of our fears.

Looking deeper, I could feel every year since we were evacuated after the accident.

“Home.” Meg had tears in her eyes.

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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 © Russell Gayer. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “Linky“.

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I may not get to many stories this week as I will be journeying home after (Covid enforced) years away and so will be off line.

To Catch a Child’s Imagination

PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox

“They’re sleeping,” the waiter said.  He bent down to Jimmy’s height.  “Have you ever seen a tree sleep?”

Jimmy, staring wide-eyed at the four large downed trees, shook his head.

Looking at the emergency tape and remembering the nasty storm the night before, I asked, “When will these ‘sleeping trees’ stand back up?”

“They missed their alarm this morning, so we aren’t sure.”

“Don’t worry, they’ll be up real soon,” Jimmy said.

It was when we came by a few hours later to find all four trees standing and healthy that I realized that Jimmy had inherited my great-grandfather’s magic.

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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 © Brenda Cox. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “Linky“.

Apocalypse When?

PHOTO PROMPT © Alicia Jamtaas

We were lost and tired. 

The cockpit crew died when our transport was shot down over the empty jungle. They were the only ones who knew where we were and which way we needed to go.

But we had to move.

Have you ever walked for days in a sticky oven with no food?  How about knowing a sniper could be in any tree, a boobytrap on any path?

We approached the ratty house, arms drawn. 

No luck.

It had been empty for decades.  Not a scrap to eat.

But we found a sign – Ashtabula.  

Port Cleveland wasn’t too far!

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word count = 100

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Ashtabula is a town in Ohio, a bit east of Cleveland. I wanted to say “Akron”, but the punchline would have been softened. I like the sound of “Ashtabula” better – it was used in A Bob Dylan song, “You’ll Make Me Lonely When You Go”. With the title and jungle warfare, I wanted people to think Vietnam, not Ohio ;)

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I was super busy last week and didn’t read many FF posts. Hopefully I’ll get to more this week.

The Return of Phythaux

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“Well, there was this family of giants, see, and they loved to go to the beach and this is the old beachball, ya know, and…”

“Last time you said it was a dog’s ball.”

Harry was flustered for only a second before he started a new yarn combining the stories.

Truth be told, he loved the old novelty building, the giant red ball in the parking lot, and did a great business with his souvenir shop with its burger stand.

Harry stopped, his eyes huge.  “The dog wants his ball…”

We started to laugh until we heard the loud bark.

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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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Note on the title, just in case you didn’t get it Phythaux – Ph (F) – y (i) – th (d) – aux (o) – (Fido) ;) I got this from a cousin when I was about 10 and he said he got it from Bill Cosby, but I never heard that skit.

Wanted – One Silver Lining, Good Condition

PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young

Hey Dad, I took my driver’s license test today.

Oh no.

I told Mom that I needed to drive the BMW because of the shorter turning radius…

Oh no!

…and better control.

Oh no.

It has great breaking!

Oh no.

And let me tell you about acceleration…

Oh no!!!

Man, there is nothing with better acceleration than the Beemer!

What happened?

Let me tell you, 0 to 60 in, just wow!

WHAT HAPPENED?!?!

I missed the break and hit the gas…

Oh no…

I went through a brick wall…

Oh no……..

But at least I didn’t fall off the edge!

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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 © Liz Young. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “Linky“.

The Edge

PHOTO PROMPT © Miles Rost

The last few days of the journey were the hardest.

It had started with the towers Jorg had known through his life, day after day of walking amongst those giants sprouting from the tarmac.

But they had shrunk.  Space was seen, as was that terrible grey turmoil called the sky.

Eventually the buildings ceased to exist at all.

Asphalt stretched forever, an occasional concrete pillar breaking the monotony.

Then he reached the fabled edge of the world. 

It existed!

The pavement came to an end, and with only a cable blocking his way, green and blue stretched to the horizon.

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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 © Miles Rost . Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “Linky“.