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We Got The Water   18 comments

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“Yes child, I remember.”

Her horrible memories return nightly. The long lines with whole families lined up together with all their belongins. As she got closer to the end of the line she could see the soldier asking questions and then pointing either right or left. Sometimes the families were split up with the mothers and daughters directed to go one way and the father and sons going another.

Suddenly she realized they were the ones being questioned. Her husband and son were quickly shoved to the right.

“My daughter and I were the lucky ones. We got the water.”

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The Caravan   10 comments

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“The illegals live there, officer.” The homeless man motioned ahead.

Here on the southwest edge of the city it was quite dirty and the area under the bridge oozed with feces and muddy water mixed with trash. The people were huddled together in a sprawling mass that covered the entire area shaded by the overhead bridge.

“Stinks like hell,” the border agent said.

“Just the beginning  from what I hear. They say many more of their kind are on there way. Fleeing from gang violence and poverty. Can’t say that I blame them. Welcome to my world Amigos.”

 

Posted November 14, 2018 by Danny James in Friday Fictioneers

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Terror in the Synagogue   21 comments

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PHOTO PROMPT © J.S. Brand

His carving could wait. Irving was late for service. Entering the parking lot he heard gunshots.

Rushing into the building he saw David and Cecil face down inside the entrance. The brothers were always first to meet worshipers when they arrived. Twenty feet in front of the brothers was Rosie. “Rosie, Rosie, 97 years young sure to make 101” was the familiar chant that we sang to her. This can’t be happening. To his right were Bernice and Sylvan. They were married in this same synagogue 60 years ago.

Another shot rang out. Irvin never heard it.

 

Posted November 7, 2018 by Danny James in Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Writing

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Cover My Tracks. Please.   23 comments

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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!

 

Posted February 14, 2018 by Danny James in Friday Fictioneers

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James Tower For Sale   25 comments

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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!

 

 

 

 

 

Posted February 7, 2018 by Danny James in Friday Fictioneers

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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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