Evening walk

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story, beginning, middle and end in 100 words of less. My story follows the picture prompt below.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

They enjoyed their late evening walks along the beach especially at sunset. It was their favorite time together. They always looked up and were amazed at the beauty of the birds as they used the cliff to draft their effortless flight in the waning light. Tonight he walked alone after their nasty argument. Suddenly he realized these were not the regular birds. They were vultures. And then he spotted the body.

Weekend Writing Prompt #286 – Bibliopole

For Sami Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt

Photo Credit…..Danny James

Athenaeum. Now that is a strange little word is it not? I found this unique building on a walk in northern Vermont. It was a serendipitous experience. From experience I knew the gentleman in the corner was a bibliopole.

39 words!

Doomed

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We had been warned. Clouds of ash and noxious gases filled the view from my room. Famine was spreading throughout the world wiping out 16% of the population. A constant fog hung over all of Europe and the greater part of the United States. It was the coldest, snowiest winter on record here in Michigan.

The cry of my new born son reached me from the far bedroom. He didn’t know he was doomed. I knew what I had to do. He didn’t have a choice. I did.

Missing you!

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture prompt below.

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Now’s the time to get slim. The old crock pot that grandma gave us for our wedding anniversary. The trip we made to Gettysburg and the map of the battlefields that held my interest for a total of two days. The many books that I was always meaning to finish. The old Sunbeam mixing bowl you used to make the best whipping cream ever. That ridiculous dreary painting that you insisted was worth a fortune. It wasn’t by the way! So many things we thought were precious now are but a dusty reminder of what once was. I miss you!

Surviving

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follows below the picture prompt below.

PHOTO PROMPT © Alicia Jamtaas

The only thing the locker lacked was a toilet. The storage units were located near a patch of tall trees and thick shrubs. Problem solved. There were showers in the men’s locker room at school. No one gave it a second though when they saw him shower after riding his bike to school. He was told that new teachers would have a difficult time their first year. Adapting to a new professional life required sensibility and a fine tuned optimistic personality. The only bare bulb had to be turned off by nine to avoid detection.

Test Results

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture prompt below.

Painting by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The sun was setting in glorious red and orange colors and the coolness of a spring evening was rising as they drove into the motel parking lot.

The motel tucked between two major chains. From highway 101 you could easily miss the little sign indicating where to turn.

Room 208. Second floor with balcony. Every year for the past 5 years it was their hideaway for a few days. Lazy mornings with the local paper. Afternoon naps. Lingering meals at local restaurants. The perfect escape from their hectic lifes.

Except last year. Last year she received the CT scan results.

The White House

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.

They had made the reservations months in advance. They had visions of what they would see. The Oval Office, the East Room, a walk around the Rose Garden, these would be the things that they would tell their children and grandchildren. In their wildest dream even the President stopped by and said hello.

“You have arrived at your destination,” the GPS on their rental car announced.

“Carole, this can’t be right,” Ted said.

“I put the White House in the search bar.”

Ted, looking out his car widow saw the sign: “White House Pub and Grill.”

Greenhouse

PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds

This story is written for Friday Fictioneers.

That day was hot from start to finish. Yesterday the building was full of people wandering around all the leafy plants and green shrubby. Now there was nothing but glare and dust, the two elements of hell. The flower beds and and lawns of the local town will have to wait on their promised beauty. The gutted interior is invaded now by a swarm of insects that buzz with their new found home.

The ambulances and fire trucks have since departed. He can still here his daughter’s question when he arrived home. “Where’s Mommy?”

Decision Time

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 works or less. My story follows the picture prompt below.

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

His thirty day leave of absence expired tomorrow. He either had to return to his current position or resign. He had his signed resignation letter ready to mail. A decision had to be made. It helped being single with no family to support.

The serape felt comfortable, not like the boring three piece suite he was required to wear in his current job. Too hot here and too cold there.

One more year and he made partner. Here,in his unfurnished apartment with the cockroaches dropping from the ceiling, was his latest unfinished manuscript. To mail or not to mail.

Iris

PHOTO PROMPT © John Nixon

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The old man looked into the thrift shop and politely inquired, “Where’s Iris.”

“She’s not here today Mr. Jennings.”

“Tell her she’s been in there long enough. She decided on that wedding dress yesterday and just wanted to have it fitted today. We’re to be married next Thursday you know.

“Come back tomorrow Mr. Jennings perhaps she will be ready by then.”

“Seems like I’ve been waiting years for her.”

“It has Mr. Jennings. You have been coming back every year on this date for the last ten years. Please come back next year and I think she will be ready.”