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Friday Fictioneers- Weathering Minds

Photo prompt by Russell Gayer

100 Words


“Robbie I’m scared” Rebecca whined.

The cryptic patterns of the hillside seemed to shift in our dehydration. As if they were living, writhing like tentacles.

“Calm down babe,” I cooed. “It’s just weathering on the sandstone.”

I looked back at our wreaked minivan. It was blurred in the heat haze on the horizon.

“It looks so alive!”

It’s all in your head!” I shouted.

I wasn’t entirely sure though.

The squirming dune to our left was non-relenting. A burst of wind howled through it’s winding creases. I grabbed Rebecca by the hand.

“It’s not real, but walk faster.” I whispered.


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Friday Fictioneers- South Side

Photo prompt courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

100 words


When I was fourteen years old they finished construction of the Bay street bridge. It connected the north and south sides of Mindenville.

I had many fond memories crossing that bridge to see Betty, my girlfriend since middle school. She lived on the south side of town.

Its funny how fast things fall apart.

Heroin hit Mindenville hard in 1994. Soon after Betty stopped going to school. More often than not, I would find her under that bridge.

When she died I left Mindenville.

I pass through sometimes on business.

I always spit out the window when I cross the bridge.


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Friday Fictioneers- Iris

Photo prompt courtesy of Roger Bultot

100 words


What separates museum curators from the exhibits?

I ask myself that every day as I clock in.

We’re both stuck in this place for people to gawk at.

The only difference is that I am only here a few hours out of the day.

I get to taste the outside world before voluntarily heading back to my prison.

They stay here forever, oblivious to the outside.

Often I am jealous of them, because they can’t look through the skylight at the world they are missing.

When we die, I hope that there is no afterlife.

I’d rather be an exhibit.


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Friday Fictioneers- Her Collection

Photo courtesy of Sandra Crook

100 Words


Sasha fingered through her collection of driftwood, shells and carbonate rocks. With sudden anger, she swept the treasures off the table with a swift arm. They cracked and shattered on the floor.

I watched from the open doorway as she collapsed onto her knees and wept.

Since she was a girl, she saw magic in the world. It was hiding on the cusp of the Pacific.

Last night she had gone out to watch turtles hatch on the beach.

Last night she was pulled off the sand and into a stranger’s truck.

I could tell that the magic was gone.


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Friday Fictioneers- A Warm Reception

Photo courtesy of Yvette Prior.

100 words


Fat raindrops pattered against the windowpane. Wind howled as it slammed against the front door. A storm, finally.

For the third time today, I polished the floors. I chuckled because they would only get muddy when people came to check in.

I brewed a fresh pot of coffee. If guests came in seeking refuge from the weather, they would want something warm to drink.

I checked that the bar in the lounge was stocked. Spirits are a must.

Then I sat at reception. Waiting. They would come sooner or later.

To save me from the loneliness of this damned hotel.


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Friday Fictioneers- Heavy Rain

Photo prompt courtesy of Dale Rogerson

100 words


I had never thought of my father as crazy, but since the divorce he had loosened his grip on his mind.

I recall driving to his house in mid-July. I got in late and let myself in though the back. While I walked I noticed hundreds of umbrellas suspended above his patio.

I wondered if he was expecting rain.

The following morning, I noticed my father sitting outside.

The sun filtered through the colored umbrellas and cast a flurry of vibrant colors below. He saw me standing in the open doorway and grinned.

“I found the end of the rainbow.”


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Friday Fictioneers- Genesis

Photo prompt courtesy of J Hardy Carroll

100 words


The clock had taunted me for weeks. I drove by the house every night for merely a glimpse.

Tonight I had decided to make it mine.

The door was unlocked, it creaked mercilessly as it opened.

I walked to the parlor where the clock stood grandly overlooking the room. The moonlight brushed its ornate design. When the minute hand of the clock hit twelve, a deep bell chimed.

While I stood there in awe, the lights flipped on.

A woman froze with her finger still on the switch.

We made eye contact.

She didn’t scream loud enough to save her.


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