Delphi Archaeological Museum, Delphi Greece.
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Leon’s Farm Market
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.
The challenge is to write a story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less using the picture prompt below.
He spent his teenage summers working at his father’s farm market: “Leon’s Farm Market.” He worked seven days a week while his buddies enjoyed their summers just hanging around the neighborhood. He was responsible for rolling up the chain link fence that surrounded the market at 9 a.m. He was giving exactly $40 (one ten-dollar bill, three five-dollar bills and fifteen one-dollar bills) to open the old crank style National cash register.
He knew his first customer today. Mrs. Rosenburg was always looking for anything on sale. Looking over his shoulder she said, “How much are those garlics today Danny Boy?”
Morning Bicycle Ride
Out early this morning for a 25 mile bike ride. Will not be able to
this afternoon as it will be around 94 at 3 p.m.
Don’t let your skin get dry
Photo Credit — Danny James Children laugh, children play, it’s supposed to be this way
Children laugh, children play, it’s supposed to be this way. Children love, children hug, children have the sweetest face. Children are supposed to laugh, and race, no evilness should touch this face. Children face the hardest times, when love, and life become unkind. Children are supposed to smile, and race, and not see tragedy all over this place. A child’s life should be a playground, where hurt, and pain are rarely found. This is not alway’s the path, but hope that they will learn to laugh.
John Hambrock
Quarantined
This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers.
It wasn’t the way things were supposed to work out. The promise of having friends and family visit was one of the main selling points in moving into assisted living. The ability to maintain contacts would keep him from going insane.
Now it’s just the staff. The same old staff now wearing masks. What the hell has happened. They say the most terrible legal sentence to impose on someone was solitary confinement.
Far beyond the window, at the edge of some tall willows and behind the gate, he can see his granddaughter. Even from here he can see her crying.
Uncle
For Ragtime Daily Prompt of Uncle.
These Sumo wrestlers asked me to a match. I cried Uncle before the start of round one.
UP Early
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers,
PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio
The alarm on my iPhone sounded the Sherwood Forest theme at exactly 4:30 a.m. I could not afford to hit the snooze button today.
Breakfast from the hotel buffet was going to suffice this morning.
The tour company jeep arrived precisely at 5:00 a.m. We rode silently through the desert floor to our destination. The though that we would be alone on this adventure quickly vanished as a large number of vehicles were already in the staging area. Balloons were already being filled with liquid propane and the flames were casting their yellow flames skyward. Our fateful journey was about to begin.
Thursday Doors
In response to Norm’s Thursday Doors Challenge.
Picture taken in Deerfield, MA.
That Was Not My Intent
RDP
I wanted to play.
Just a little fun.
Tug of war and I won.
To destroy your carpet was never my intent.
