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Cover My Tracks. Please.   23 comments

This  post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

 

The snow was unexpected. It was not in the weather forecast. The yard was like a large whiteboard waiting for the artist. The snow presented a problem.

Sara’s husband Richard worked third shift at the factory. Normally Peter could spend the night and leave with no trace early in the next morning. The affair had been going on for some time. He had become comfortable with the arrangement. He would arrive around eleven thirty at night and leave around five in the morning. Plenty of time to enjoy the company of Sara and leave no trace behind.

Normally!

 

James Tower For Sale   25 comments

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. 

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PHOTO PROMPT © JS Brand

The great James Tower, located at 1 Lake Front Drive, in Homosassa Florida, is  a 4-story, mixed-use Skyscraper that just came on the market.  James  Tower served as the headquarters for the James Gang. Additionally, it housed the penthouse  condominium residence of the building’s namesake and developer, Rusty James, who was a real estate businessman and part time thief when the tower was developed. Several members of the James family also live, or have resided, in the building. The tower stands on a plot where the Crab Shack  was formerly located.

Make America Great Again: Buy James Tower!

 

 

 

 

 

The Walnut Tree Killed Him   14 comments

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The sound of the angry buzzsaw could be heard a mile away. The old black walnut tree had graced our horse farm for two generations of the Horton family. Little did we know that once we decided to raise horses, at our daughter’s repeated vocal requests, the tree was doomed.

Hank, our first horse, started to show signs of laminitis. His lower legs began to swell and he was reluctant to move. If we asked him to move he would rock forward and backward and lose his balance.

The black walnut tree killed him.

 

 

 

 

 

Posted January 31, 2018 by Danny James in Friday Fictioneers

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Fair disaster: Cause of ride malfunction revealed   23 comments

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Tim had been a state safety inspector for over ten years.

The Fireball ride was one of the most popular at the state fair. The fair was scheduled to open tomorrow. His safety checklist included inspecting the gondola support beams, looking for cracks in the structure, checking the lap bar parts among other items.

Running through his check list he realized he would not be able to check off all the boxes on his list. As he signed his final report he noticed some corrosion on one of the support beams. Next time he said to himself.

Posted January 17, 2018 by Danny James in Friday Fictioneers

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Now The Spiders Have Started To Take Over   18 comments

This post is submitted to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers challenge.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Victor and Sarah Potter

Now the spiders have started to take over. The potted flowers have also begun their decay. I have never dusted since that day.

Just after dark I turn on the lights in her room. I bring her a small glass of wine. I turn on the television to a program that she watched almost every night.

I come back in an hour and turn the television off and open the book she is currently reading.

I return to the kitchen and wash and dry the dishes I have used to prepare my dinner.

She never eats. She never complains.

 

Posted January 10, 2018 by Danny James in Friday Fictioneers

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Harmful To Your Health   28 comments

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

 

All I could hear was the low hissing of a machine. My breathing wasn’t my own. The machine on my right was making me breath. I could see the triangle shape of plastic that cover my nose was beginning to fog.

A painful look down revealed jelly coated gauze wrapped over my arms and legs.

Then suddenly a machine I hadn’t noticed began to scream with loud sirens. On this machine were graphs that were making a zig zag pattern on the screen.

At that moment one of the screens went flat.

Yet another reason to quit smoking, Jimmy.

Posted November 15, 2017 by Danny James in Friday Fictioneers

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Hit the button Helen   19 comments

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“Apartment 7B, you remember Helen?”

“I remember Aunt Iris.”

“When you get to the elevator use your left elbow to hit the up button. And once you get on the elevator just use your left elbow to hit the button for the seventh floor. “

“Got it! Seventh floor button. Use my left elbow.”

“When you get off on the seventh floor just turn left and I will be the third door on your right just use your left elbow to push the doorbell.”

“Why do I keep using my left elbow?’

“What, you would come visit without any packages?”

 

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