PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
“I don’t feel good about this John.”
“Paul, it’s why we came to the U.S. Remember you said we would never make it playing lunchtime dates at the Cavern. No longer are we going to have our tea and sandwiches and cigarettes on stage, sing a couple of tunes and tell a few jokes. Those days are over mate!”
“But it’s television. We’re just four lads from Liverpool here in New York. They won’t like us I’m sure. Let’s wear our dark suits to impress them. And neck ties. What’s the guys name were meeting?”
“Ed Sullivan”, replied John.
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Sorry my love but I be slightly delayed for our marriage ceremonies. Weather here is dreadful. Not sure when the next flight to Detroit is but you can bet I will be on it. Thanks again for allowing me some time to get myself together. I wasn’t really sure if I wanted to commit to a lifetime together.
Wait! They are announcing my flight. Wonderful news!
Heading toward the gate I hear my salvation. “Announcing the boarding of flight 656 non-stop to London will begin in five minutes.”
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Light was fading fast outside when the terrible thing happened.
“How long was he in the water before you found him.”
“Not more than 15 minutes inspector” answered Erick. “I saw him on my last round.“
“No witnesses I assume?”
“He always swam late at night and always alone. Except last night.”
“Except last night Erick? Who was with him last night.”
“It was a lady. There were lots of laughs and horseplay. Then I heard angry shouts and then silence.”
“Erick, do you think he was having an argument with his wife.”
“Inspector, I know one thing. It wasn’t his wife.”
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PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays
It was a cold March day. Patches of snow still remained from the harsh winter. That was nothing new here in the desolate southwest desert. Living conditions were hostile for plant and animal life. The lack of vegetation had exposed the the ground to extreme denudation.
Dirk had made this his home for the past three years. Existing on trash thrown from passing vehicles on the nearby highway or occasional forays four miles away at the interstate exit where the giant green dumpsters were like dining at five star restaurants for him. The end was near and he knew it.
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
German class started at 8 a.m. I hated it! The old building seemed an appropriate place to learn this old European guttural language. Even the architecture suggested a dark and troubled time.
It took two years of German classes to receive my degree. It was that or take the equivalent number of hours in mathematics. My instructor for the entire two years was Herr Blumenthal. He stood an unimpressive five foot one, always smoked a pipe, and wore had the same tweed jacket for the entire two years.
My days started with the same words “Guten Morgen Herr James!”
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PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio
I know my my time is coming to an end. I can hear him shouting in the distance. Once I escaped I kept quiet as I ran through the tall grass enjoying my first taste of freedom. But nightfall is going to be my downfall. I’ve never been outside after the sun has set. I see the headlights of his car closing in on me. I am ready to return. There he is! I know I have caused a great deal of trouble.
He should have thought about that when he took my leash off.
PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala
Harry comes in around nine. The regular crowd has been there since eight. Been that way since ’96. Taking his seat at the piano he turns and surveys the crowd. He knows they all have to be back in their coffins by sunrise.
There’s Sara dressed in her finest white gauze and her head topped by a red bandana. Over in the corner is Old John still trying to pick up Sadie. She told him to drop dead ten hears ago. And he did!
The keys on the piano have turned to decayed wood. The sound doesn’t have to carry far.