Submitted to RDP Wednesday — Innovative
Photo Credit === Danny James
RDP Wednesday – INNOVATIVE
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Forgiveness?
This post is written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneer’s challenge.
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
On the day Fritz was released from jail for the last time, staff dropped him off at a Metro stop in suburban Chicago. He had forty three dollars in his pocket, money he had earned in prison, and a one day bus pass. He had nowhere to stay.
Convicted on a voluntary charge of manslaughter he had served twenty three years behind bars for killing his own brother in a family dispute over money.
As he looked up on the window at the familiar brownstone building he wondered. They say a mother’s love is never ending.
One Word Sunday……Red
In response to Travel with Intent One Word Sunday Challenge.
Photo Credit — Danny James
Photo taken in Kyoto Japan.
Manufacture
This post is in response to the Ragtag Daily prompt of “Manufacture”.
Manufacturing candy in Radovijca Solvenia.
Photo Credit === Danny James
A Time To Kill
This post is submitted to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers challenge where we are tasked to write a short story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture prompt below. For other short stories from much more talented authors just click HERE.
PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala
The man that Clark has come to kill is called Jeremy. He is mesmerized by the small fire he sees. He can see Jeremy in his sleeping bag. Now he is close enough to hear the slight breathing patterns of his prey. He thinks about the money Jeremy’s wife has paid him to have him killed. The half in his pocket and the remained to be collected once she has proof of his death. His breath is hot and while behind his ribs his heart crashes about. He reaches for his knife. Suddenly the sleeping form turns and fires.
The Gatherer
This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. The goal is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less.
My story follows the picture prompt. Other stories found here.
PHOTO PROMPT © Renee Heath
The elders had spoken. Chief Ahtunowhiho had personally summoned him.
He walked toward the tepee in his formal black death attire. The family, formally dressed and solemn, met him at the entrance. As he pushed open the tent flap the smell hit him: old blood, feces, infection. Communication with the spirits of the death was his profession.
In his purse he carried red dye to paint the eyes, a yuca leaf to wash the body, some hawk feathers to tie around the head and some sage to smudge the face.
“Are you the Gatherer?” the boy asked.
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A Note From My Dentist
RPD Monday.
This is a note in my Dentist office. A novel way to numb your pain. Guess they decided against morning drinks!
